Everybody's got to eat. With this short statement, we wanted to communicate a strong but simple message: a woman should never be made to feel indecent for feeding her children in public. At her workplace, school, a gym, or in a store, at a park, in a restaurant. Anywhere.
Can somebody be a good mother and also have lust? Could somebody behave erotically with their partner knowing a baby in the next room? Honestly, I wasn't sure.
The idea that women should be able to share non-sexually objectifying images of their bodies, a form of counter-speech to our pervasive sexual objectification, eludes many people, who seem to skim the surface of what the core issues are.
Natalia Vodianova, you are beautiful. Not because of your symmetrically-proportioned face or your slim physique or clear complexion. You are beautiful because you are using your public platform to embrace motherhood.
Breast milk is beyond science. We have yet to fully understand it, and we will certainly never reproduce its equal in a laboratory. It is a mystery, like quantum physics and black holes and the appeal of Bikram yoga.
The one way I could nurture my fragile babies was by giving them my milk. Making milk was my one source of empowerment, when all of my motherly duties and responsibilities were taken away and given to clinicians.
The greatest outcome of this entire ordeal is that I will send a powerful message to my children: that when faced with the most terrifying things in life, their mother is the type of person who, despite feeling immense fear, marches forward.
Women deserve to know the full range of medically viable options for feeding their children, in an unbiased, accurate, and judgment-free manner, and a consumer protection organization should be at the forefront of that fight.
If we continue to treat breastfeeding as a secret art form, reserved for private rooms and hushed conversations, it will remain a taboo.
"You could probably handle this better if you were younger."
The film centers around and documents the stories and unscripted experiences of several women and families in New York City, meeting some during pregnancy and journeying with them through initial breastfeeding and the first year
It has been 27 hours since I've pumped. I'm uncomfortable and my breasts are engorged, but they've felt worse. The pain, itself, is not so bad. I just wasn't expecting the emotional part to hurt so much.
You were by my side as I fell madly, deeply, head over heels in love with the beautiful little boy who completed our family. You supported me as my first sweet son curled up behind me in the rocking chair. You told me that we would all start healing together.
Truth be known, I look forward every evening to giving my brain a well deserved rest from the mental aerobics I put it through daily. I admit it...I've been watching the same soap opera for fifty four years.
Hip Mama's unapologetic cover is too much for some people. Just like breastfeeding still is.
Eventually, your loving husband, whom you had specifically banned from taking breastfeeding pictures, the one you had forced to delete any pictures that showed any area of your breasts, sends you this amazing photo.