Bewbie Tuesday

today's post is all about edutaining. enjoy....

I was going through my blog roll and my eyes landed on the homie sister toldja's blog(http://thebeautifulstruggler.blogspot.com)

While I am an avid reader, I often don't leave comments.

Something always happens when I try to leave comments on people's blogs from the bberry. It usually takes me like 2 or 3 times to get my comment posted as articulately as I'd like it to. I remembered a post I wanted to comment on from a couple of months ago about bewbies:http://thebeautifulstruggler.com/2009/11/simply-breasts.html

Don't know what bewbies are?

Sound it out: bew-bies=boobies, bazooms, melons, mammaries, bazongas, tits, tetas, hooters, honkers, breasticles, chesticles, fun bags, jugs, sweater puppies, rack, tatas, the twins, the girls, titties, breasts.

As a Black woman of a certain age, I have let go of ALL of my body issues, and in growing more comfortable with my aging corpus, I've developed some new ones.

My greatest issue at present is with gravity. My favorite part of my womanform, my decolletage, are being affected by time, that sick bastard with a nasty sense of humor.

Throughout life, one body part I have always been comfortable with no matter what age I am has been my tatas.

I got them late, but when I got them, I wore them like a badge of honor. Back proudly arched forward, ribcage lifted permanently to the heavens.

I do pectoral exercises to make sure when I got old, I wouldn't look like a National Geographic photo spread.

A phrase hurled at me often by Mommy was

"Put those titties away. I don't wanna have to go and kill anybody's sons today."

I don't know if she meant to rhyme, being that she's a writer who appreciates the use of a good literary device like the assonance above just for fun, but it definitely gave the phrase longevity in my memory.

Even now, when I get dressed I run out to the living room to ask @lonnielm if I'm showing too much or just enough titty. My goal is always so be cute and coquettish, not desperate and auntie-ish.

As I aged, and my brickhouse started to fill out, though admittedly not as much as I would like, I started to dislike the attention having my perky partners in crime perched high and out for the world to see brought on. I learned, often the hard way, that there were some articles of clothing I should only rock when on the arm of a man. Yet and still, for years I had an almost fetish-like love affair with my twins.

My perspective on breasts changed most when in graduate school and not through some personal life experience.

I watched a performance by a woman who was chronicling her experience with breast cancer. The performance space was barren and she sat on a stool reading from notecards, think: vagina monologues for the breast cancer set.

What made the performance so poignant was that she was disrobing as she went through the performance until she was only clad in a dress shirt with a cutaway panel to display her masectomy scar. The performance was followed by a filmed montage of other women showing their scars.

Before this performance, I had never seen a masectomy scar before.

Instinctively, I grabbed my chest while watching...I ached in a way Ican't describe.

A few years later, my mother's best friend, was diagnosed with breast cancer.

My mother's best friend, who's nickname in high school had been Milkduds, was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to have a double masectomy.

to transform the scars from a thing of pain to a thing of pride, a mark of survival,

many women are covering the scars with tattoos

Did you know that when you have breast reconstruction they have to tattoo and skin graft nipples to make the new breasts look "real?" (Or else you look like a Barbie doll)

Did you know that women who don't breast feed are more likely to develop breast cancer than those who do?

Women who do not have babies are also more likely to develop cervical cancer too.

What does it all mean?

Is it some sort of natural selection from on high instructing us about what our gender predicated roles are and what the penalties are if we don't abide by them?

Gravity is not on ANYONE'S side right now as the age creeps further up in the double digits.

It's never too early to do a self check, get properly fitted for a bra and develop your pec muscles(reference the video above) to keep yourself looking young everywhere.

It's Bewbie Tuesday. Take care of your tatas! The boys will love you for it.

SMOOCHES!!!!

SHINE ON!!!