A silent man is easily reputed wise. A man who suffers none to see him in the common jostle and undress of life easily gathers round him a mysterious veil of unknown sanctity and men honor him for a saint. The unknown is always wonderful.

Some people are cool with the fact that their bodies bear witness to this great thing they produced their children and I understand that. But on a personal level it makes me feel better that my breasts are not down to my knees when I'm undressed in front of my husband.