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I sometimes think of my body as something detached from who I am. I prefer to think of it as a thing that I wear or own, not something which I actually exist as. This detachment lets me pretend that the expectations women’s bodies are subjected to are further removed from me than they really are. Instead, I can imagine my body as something simply to be dressed up for the day – just an external shell for my inner being.
The body parts I most want to treat as separate from myself are my breasts.. The anxiety of having my body so examined has made me imagine a world where that gaze doesn’t exist. I’ve started to think of breasts as body parts to use as decoration – as accessories, even. This came after a conversation with a friend who said she wished she could just leave hers in drawer when she felt like it. I loved this concept, so I started to explore pop culture moments where breasts look like they’ve been taken out of the wardrobe, dusted off and returned to the body as carefully and as calculated as a necklace or a ring.
The most recent example of this has to be Rihanna at the CFDA Awards in that utterly see-through, utterly wonderful crystal-encrusted gown that was a beautiful cross between Josephine Baker and Rose McGowan at the 1998 VMAs. So much has been written about this now that it seems a bit redundant to bring it up again, but I can’t stop thinking about it even now. That dress made me think that maybe we can use our external body parts, our breasts, to actually poke fun at the patriarchal ridiculousness which sexualises them. When we see breasts uncovered as we might see an arm uncovered, the bizarreness of their status as supposedly sexual organs is drawn attention to and we are jolted into the realisation that they are just another neutral body part. Rihanna sums this up best herself, speaking to a reporter she asked “My tits bother you? They’re covered in Swarovski crystals, girl!” her casualness at her own nakedness showing us breasts are actually not that big a deal. In this way of thinking, to the owner (wearer?) breasts become just another part of the body to be adorned, or even treated as an accessory.
Siouxsie Sioux almost literalises this concept in my favourite picture of her, wearing a white t-shirt emblazoned with a grainy, anatomically correct picture of breasts as she yells on stage. The punk sub-culture she was part of involved women wearing fetish wear as every day clothing to upset and subvert male sexual desire, and this visibility of naked, “taboo” female-associated body parts does exactly that. The image on the t-shirt, so plain and unsexual, is clearly not intended for male pleasure, and seems to demand that we re-evaluate the way breasts are viewed. With the 1990s becoming an ever more popular reference point, The Spice Girls with their visible nipples in the Wannabe video and Lil Kim at the 1999 VMA awards in her one-sided cat suit and sequinned purple nipple pastie are aspirational because we are aching to be so at ease with our own bodies.
Recently, representations of breasts and/or nipples on clothing have been creeping into the mainstream, something which I’m pretty sure stems from Mean Girls (I mean, doesn’t everything?). The moment I am talking about is when Regina George looks down at her top to see two holes cut out over her nipples and, instead of screaming at this intended sabotage, simply shrugs and walks off to the awe of her fellow teens. Of course, every girl comes in the next day having done the same thing to their own clothes. Meadham Kirchhoff offered up a homage to this in their deeply loved Spring/Summer 2012 collection in the form of a sequinned cut out cardigan and now we are seeing clothes with hearts, stars, basically anything printed over the chest as smirking references to the real nipples that lie beneath the jersey. A clothes shop near me has some particularly bizarre ones including shirts printed with cats, alien faces and pineapples. These ersatz representations are not breasts of course but, as Susan Sontag would put it, “breasts”. These cutesy shapes highlight the body parts which are the most sexualised, the most shamed and most hidden, drawing attention to their presence while simultaneously keeping them covered at all times. You can laughingly reference the fact that you have breasts, but never actually reveal them.
Breasts are unfortunately very political body parts. To those that own them, they often feel like they do not properly “belong” to us. But with this idea of detachment from the body there comes a possibility, a hope, that we can reclaim these bodies and body parts as our own, to enjoy and decorate them however we please outside of the dark cloud of patriarchy. In our bedrooms and our wardrobes, they can be ours and ours alone.