Divine Breasts

The first time I got my mouth washed out with soap I was about seven, and although I do not remember the context for which I used the word “tit”, I was told not to do so again. For I would in fact get my potty mouth sanitized if I did. And then there it was, out of my mouth before I could stop it, “TITTY, TITTY, TITTY”, landing on the ears of my dad, who did indeed follow up with his threat.

I am not sure what the catalyst was for this eruption, perhaps I was carrying some latent rage because my dad told me my Barbie had nice breasts. However the word he used was the aforementioned “T” word. And for a child of seven, well, that was just disturbing.

This, in addition to the cultural imprinting of what a women’s breasts should look like, feel like, and be used for, caused a dismal dissatisfaction with me and my breasts. (I know that I am not alone in my struggles with breast acceptance). Many women complain, live in shame, and begrudge that their breasts are too big, too small, too droopy, lopsided, not perky enough…and on and on the list goes.

There was approximately 300,000 breasts augmentations done in the US last year according to The American Society of Plastic Surgeons. With 3300 of them being performed on girls 18 years and under. Turns out it’s the new graduation gift.

How do we teach our sisters in preceding and succeeding generations to love their breasts if we in fact do not love our own?

When was the last time you gave thanks to your breasts?

What is your relationship with your breasts?

How often do you give yourself a breast massage?

Your breasts are sacred temples.

Take a moment right now to cup your sacred temples…pause

Direct your breath into your breasts…pause

Imagine your breast tissue surrender into your hands…pause

Whisper gratitudes to your sacred temples…pause

Observe the emotions, feelings and sensations that you’re experiencing in your body, in this moment? (you can also explore a form of creative expression, in relation to your observations and responses, through writing, moving, dancing, drawing or painting)

Our breasts, our bells of love, our love centres, sit on either side of our heart chakra - holding the energies of love and joy - representing an external expression of our heart energy. When we have a nurturing relationship, and a sacred communion, with our breasts, it changes how we penetrate the world around us, as well as how we cultivate our ability to nourish our dreams and visions.