Monday, November 04, 2013

Don't Give A Damn About The Ta-Tas

I was quiet about National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Partly, it's because I've been generally quiet recently. Partly it's because I am reluctant to promote anything that might appear as if I am promoting the Susan G Koman Foundation. But partly, there's been something unidentifiably off for me around it all this year. It's November now, but I finally figured it out. I was looking at a website the other day and saw a ring for sale. The ring was silver, with pink stones. The pink stones were in the o's of the word BOOBS. National Breast Cancer Awareness Month at its best. 

All last month, I saw "SAVE THE TA-TAS" t-shirts and read about SAVE THE TA-TAS DAY! and heard about men "being brave" for wearing I LOVE TA-TAS. And yes, I get that it's supposed to be a clever, humorous way of dealing with a frightening and serious subject. I just don't find it clever or humorous.

Now, I love my breasts. I've got a great rack. And I enjoy being considered ~ by myself and others ~ as sexy. There is, however, a limit. They do not define me and I do not let others define me by them. Before my heart surgery, which has left me with a subtle scar in my cleavage, I was stunned at how many people asked me if I was going to be okay with scarring my breasts. Yes! Yes, I am okay with scarring my breasts to save my heart and my life, people. 

But even if it had been a greater scar than this, it would have been worth it. They are breasts. I am me.

The ta-tas and boobs campaign is another way of boiling women down to our body parts ~ and the sexy body parts at that. I don't want the doctors and researching dealing with curing breast cancer to give a rat's ass about my boobs. I want them to be driven by my health. By my personality. By me. Save women because we are worth saving. Because we matter. Not just because our breasts look good in tight shirts. Not even because they feed and comfort. Not just because we're sexy. Because we are more than that. We're people.

Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.


Lori Stewart Weidert said...

Forgot to mention that I forwarded this to a coworker, a breast cancer survivor that hates Pinktober. She loved it!

BostonPobble said...

Lori ~ I'm intrigued and pleased by how many people are coming to me and saying they feel this exact same way. Apparently, your friend and I may still be in the minority, but we aren't alone.