Just like most other people, I don’t appreciate inadvertently being exposed to obscene material. I have seen some photos, some video clips, and heard some language that I certainly could have done without. But at the same time, I don’t believe in targeting people or discriminating against people due to perceived obscenity, rather than actual obscenity.

The word “obscene” is defined as…

–adjective  

1.  

offensive to morality or decency; indecent; depraved: obscene language.
2.  

causing uncontrolled sexual desire.
3.  

abominable; disgusting; repulsive.
So, let me ask you. Does this picture fit any of those qualities?


Averly JoAnne Van Vleet

Is it immoral to breastfeed a baby? Is it depraved? Does it onvolve obscene language? Is it inappropriate to breastfeed, even though babies are meant to be breastfed? Do I look like I’m try to seduce someone or cause them to lust after me? Is it abominable, disgusting or repulsive?

I don’t think this picture meets any of that criteria, and you think it does, you need your head checked and your morals and ethics reevaluated.

Facebook deleted this picture for being “obscene,” but really, I’m just not seeing it.

This picture is representative of so much more than just nursing. Yes, I’m feeding my baby, but you can see more if you look deeper. You can see how exhausted I was after my VBA2C. You can see how much I love her and how content the two of us are to have each other. This picture is more than just a breast. But because my child is being fed in this beautiful and heart-touching photo, it’s “obscene.”

I don’t see the pictures of babies being fed a bottle being deleted. And I don’t see picutres of scantily clad women and drug use being deleted. Why aren’t these ones being sought after? Is it really necessary to pick on breastfeeding women, facebook? Women are already discriminated against and made to feel badly about their choice to do what’s best for their child. I can’t even count how many women I know who didn’t or don’t breastfeed simply because of the judgment they would or did receive because of it.

Do you really have to join in on the witch hunt and persecute the ones who aren’t ashamed, and don’t mind letting their friends see that amazing bond with their child?

Thanks you, facebook. For being part of the problem.

Averly JoAnne Van Vleet was born on February 20th, 2011 at 3:56pm. She shares a birthday with her Great-Grandma Margaret. She weighed 6lbs, 14oz.

Averly JoAnne Van Vleet

I had a successful vaginal delivery after two cesareans. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t cheap. It took a lot of planning, and going the extra mile. I wanted it to happen, so I did everything I could to make sure it happened. And it did. My hard work paid off, and she came into the world without the use of scalpels, and without having to be gutted and turned inside out.

She was born on her own time, 100% naturally. No inductions. No pain medications. Just me, my baby, my body. If you want to read her birth story, you can find it here.

When I found out I was pregnant in June of 2010, I knew the birth wasn’t going to be typical. I knew right off the bat that I needed to start planning, and start researching. I had two prior cesareans, one in 2007 and one in 2009; both of which were not truly medically necessary …” READ MORE….

Ava’s birth was amazing. I don’t think I have ever felt so empowered, or so accomplished as when I gave birth to her. For the last few years, all I had had heard was “You can’t, ” “It’s too dangerous,” “You’re crazy,” “It will never happen,” “You’re wasting your time,” “Yeah right,” and “Just have another c-section.” There weren’t many people who believed in me, and there weren’t many people who supported me. My husband and a few close friends were the only cheerleaders on my team. My family took a neutral stance, and most everyone else had something negative to say.

But…

I did it.

I did something amazing. I achieved the “impossible” and I didn’t let them get to me. I’d be lying if I said their comments didn’t hurt, or if at times I didn’t wonder if maybe I really was crazy or if things would turn out horribly and it would be my fault… I had that paranoia. That fear.

But I kept on. I stuck with the facts and kept the statistics in mind. I wasn’t going to let them get to me. I read everything I could get my hands on, and I avoided people who had nothing but mean things to say to me. And it paid off.

I did it.

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