One might as well be as offended by the sun
Or lay blame and guilt upon the rain.
One might as well ban the ears from hearing music,
Or the tongue from having taste.
No better normal natural act, or greater gift exists
Than that of a mother feeding her child,
With the beautiful nature of her own body.
But those who would dash the glass upon the floor
And run to sponge away and cry and cover the spilt milk
Would try to take away the rights of the wind,
Or pass judgment on the moon and stars.
It is a strange irony that the word ‘express’ is used in its definition to ‘press-out’ in relation to breast feeding. Women often have to ‘press-out’. Either press-out their milk to feed their child, and have their right to breast feed in public ‘pressed-out’ by a narrow minded society.
Breastfeeding, like no other sight, save for perhaps that of a beautiful expectant mother, shouts ‘woman’ to the world. To those women who find it difficult to express due to physical restraints, I offer you my complete love.
To those women who find it difficult to express due to cultural and societal restraints, I offer you my hope; hope that it can be your womanhood that you ‘express’ and not your breast-milk.