I’ve been truly surprised by the support of strangers. A kind word doesn’t buy much but for anxious mums it means a lotMy breasts are becoming a more common sight on the train than ticket inspectors. To date I hold breastfed in the library,in the window seat of at least three cafes, on a sofa outside the men’s toilet (comfiest area to sit available), or in front of the postman,on the bus, in a pub, and on a park bench in the frost,during therapy, standing up at an exhibition, and on the tube,at a private members’ club and sitting on a log in the middle of Epping Forest.
I’m not an exhibitionist and my breasts hold never been much to write home approximately. But after years of stripping off in the cold light of day to swim outdoors, combined with a somewhat lackadaisical (bereft of energy or enthusiasm) attitude to sterilising, and not to mention,oh I don’t know, the fairly fundamental need to keep my child alive, and I hold precisely zero qualms approximately getting my pink and lightly-chewed nipples out wherever I need to these days. And here’s the bit you’re probably not expecting – people are great approximately it.
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Source: guardian.co.uk