Boobs. They’re a big deal to a lot of people. Men are a little crazy about them (understatement of the year) and women, well women find themselves in the positions of caring for their set as best they can. Sometimes adorning them with jewelry or inflating them, squishing them, lifting them, flaunting them or hiding them. I would say they’re possibly the most talked about part of the female anatomy.

Women being women’s own worst critics of course, it’s rare to be happy with the set your given. They’re too big or too small, it’s impossible to find a good bra and when you do - you wear it till all that’s left are a few strands of elastic and an old bent hook fastener. In your pre-mommy days you might look at your breasts as these lovely, accessories, almost powerful in their ability to influence peoples opinions of you. I once stumbled on an article about the things people assume based on a woman’s breast size. Too big, she must be stupid and promiscuous, too little she must be a cold-hearted but intelligent type - somewhere in the middle, she must be a swell person.

So before you’ve entered into motherhood, you’re cruising along in life with this pair of girls on the front of you. You know them well. Their familiar. What could possibly change your relationship with them? Children. Having a baby changes your relationship with your ta-tas wholly. Those headlights that you knew so well suddenly turn into something else entirely, tools. Weapons of mass nutrition. You have a baby and even if you only breast feed for a couple of months, boom, their not just your girls now - they’re the baby’s, your husband and/or significant other will notice the sharing of this property immediately as he becomes no longer the co-owner of this prime piece of real estate.

So then your outlook on this part of your body becomes so altered, so different that, for better or worse, it will never be the same. You can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube on this one. The girls aren’t just another part of your body they’re forever a utility. Babies grow up and the boobs fall down and you, sort of sadly tho it’s worth the trade off, fondly recall the good ol days with your friend the bosom. Granted, that’s not the only part of your physique that is altered but it’s one that is possibly the most missed. In a strange way it’s an honor, to have the most perfect baby food supply right there, it’s something daddies don’t get the privilege of having. At the same time, saying goodbye to an old friend is always hard to do.