We are often taught to be reserved, to cover up — even when it comes to a part of our own body. A part that is gentle, real, and worthy of respect.
It wasn’t until I became a mother that I began to truly rediscover what it meant.
During pregnancy, my body changed quietly. Those changes felt unfamiliar — and made me more sensitive, more aware. But when my baby was born and nestled against my chest for the first time, gently latching on, I suddenly understood:
The breast is not just a part of the body — it is the most primal, natural bond between me and my child.
It was the moment I first felt what it meant to be a mother.
In that moment, I no longer saw it as something to hide.
It became a source of giving, nurturing, closeness, connection — and love.
It wasn’t just about my baby. It was about me, too — my confidence, my health, my emotions, and even the intimacy with my partner.
All of it began to rebuild from that place.