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The Breast Milk Theory of Love
The Breast Milk Theory of Love

by Sheri Winston

author of Women's Anatomy of Arousal: Secret Maps to Buried Pleasure

Ah, Breastmilk, Mother Nature’s most perfect food, the nectar of the Goddess. Evolution has developed an exquisite system for nurturing young mammals, perfected through millennia. It is an elegantly simple system, based on supply and demand. A breast is essentially a milk factory. When a baby sucks on the breast, it stimulates receptors which tell the breast (via the brain) to respond by producing milk. As the infant’s needs increase, they get hungrier and suck more, and thus more milk is produced. Despite myths to the contrary, the breast is never empty. There is essentially an endless supply. There is always as much milk as a child needs. As long as the system is not interrupted, and the mother is adequately hydrated and nourished, there will always be an abundance of glorious milk.

Mammalian milk has evolved to meet the highly specific needs of each particular species. Human milk contains the exact nutrients in the perfect balance to grow the complex brains and bodies of our infants. It contains living immune factors to protect the health of the child. It teaches both our immune system and our metabolism how to function properly for the rest of our lifetimes by mechanisms that are still poorly understood.

Sweet and plentiful breastmilk is the perfect food, always ready, warm and delicious. And it comes in an attractive and time-tested package, that of the woman’s breast, firmly attached to the warm, soft, breathing, beating body of the mother. This perfect food is delivered from within the context of the first love relationship that the baby knows. This is how evolution set up the system. When the humanling feels one of its basic needs, that of hunger, the need is met, not with an external object, but by their own personal beloved. Fed from her warm soft body, cradled in her strong arms, enveloped in her scent, her loving touch, steadied by her heartbeat and breathing, gazed at by bliss-filled eyes. Ideally, the human need for food is answered in the context of a relationship, by a person, with love.

Compare this to the synthetic formula given to most of us as children and to many babies even now. It’s a nasty tasting wallpaper paste also known as artificial infant formula. It’s given in a transparent bottle, clearly in a finite amount. When the bottle is empty, that’s it. It’s all gone. There is no more. The need for food is met, not in the context of a warm and loving relationship, from a soft and sensuous woman’s breast, but with a ‘thing’, a hard and separate object. So removed from the context of relationship that it need not even be given while the child is held. A bottle can be propped up or self-held by an older baby.

Is it any wonder that so many people in our culture, as adults, look to consumer goods, to objects, to satisfy their oh-so-human needs? But more stuff is never enough to fill those needs. So they buy even more stuff, newer stuff, bigger stuff, better, faster, sexier stuff. More, more, more. But it’s really no good. No matter how much we accumulate, objects will never satisfy our needs for love, security and acceptance. Only relationships can do that.

Moreover, artificial infant feeding formulas are unhealthy and blatantly inadequate substitutes that can’t come close to Mama Nature's perfect food. Indeed, they cause innumerable health problems, commonly including gastrointestinal distress, irritability and malaise. So food, nourishment and the associated feeling of love can become deeply connected with feelings of sickness and pain.

Should we be surprised that so many people have mixed up feelings of love and desire with pain and dysfunction? After all, for most of us our first model of relationship taught us that food and comfort come from an object that is separate from another body. We learned that nourishment is finite in amount and unpleasant tasting to boot. That satisfying our hunger is likely to make us feel uncomfortable and even ill.

It’s no wonder that we feel that love is a limited commodity with only so much to go around. It’s not surprising that we can’t get comfortable and form trusting relationships with others. Is that why it’s so hard for some people to receive pleasure? Scarcity consciousness and bottle-fed limits are deeply ingrained. Bottle-contained artificial infant formula, unsatisfying, toxic, and unpalatable has confused us about the nature of love.

In the first few years of life we learn some of our most basic life lessons. Is the world a good or bad place? Am I loved? Can I trust that my needs will be met? Is my body a good place to be in?

If we’d had our needs met, completely and efficiently, with love, security and nourishment all coming together from the abundant breast of a loving mama—would it be easier as adults to form secure and trusting love relationships? To not be possessive and jealous? To trust in the abundance of love and that our beloved(s) will be there when we need them? To be able to receive pleasure? I believe that this is true. And so I’m trying to re-frame my beliefs about love and attachment, about scarcity and abundance, from a breastmilk perspective. It’s remedial education, to be sure. It’s a process that requires practice and repetition to succeed at changing (or at least influencing) such old core beliefs.

But I’m doing it. Rethinking love, in the breast-milk model. I’m granting myself my denied birthright. Reminding myself, over and over, and over again that there is an abundance of love. That there is always as much as you need and plenty to go around. And that if you need more, just suck and more will come. The breast is never empty, just like the heart. There is always enough. And my hunger can only truly be satisfied by human relationships, never by things. True milk, like true love is plentiful and nourishing, never finite or toxic. And it tastes really, really good.

No wonder the breasts are right over the heart. It is where love comes from. Endlessly. Without limits.

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