You see, my breasts have changed over time and with motherhood. They have undergone a major transformation -- from shallow and lofty tools, to wholesome and grounded givers of life, of soul, of peace. Yes, I mean "grounded" in the literal sense as well as the poetic sense... am I concerned? No. Am I proud? Yes.
So you will understand my confusion, my disbelief and sadness, when I hear a self-confessed proud breastfeeding mother advise another to be "discreet" while feeding her child.
I am sad for the mother who feels the pressure to hide her breasts whilst feeding her child, for fear of embarrassment. Believe me when I say that I too once felt that pressure. But I am more saddened still for the mother who buys into this pressure, for the mother who genuinely believes that breastfeeding is embarrassing. If only she could see what I see now.