Life as a boob

On the pressure to breastfeed, "militant lactivism," the banality of bleeding nipples, and my evolving relationship with my breasts

Until a few weeks ago, I never paid much attention to my boobs. An unremarkable B-cup on a good day, I’ve never viewed my boobs as a defining feature of my physical appearance, let alone relied upon them for sex appeal. Most days I have been happy to be generally unencumbered by my breasts—to be able to go braless under sundresses is a sort of privilege…