Women’s bodies are miraculous. We menstruate, ovulate, grow children inside us, make milk, and babies suckle on us for sustenance.
The mechanics and complexities that Co-create these miracles are a fucking wondrous biological symphony.
Chest feeding is the most two dimensional example of pastiche out of all of this fucking nonsense.
It’s sad and laughable in equal measure. Pathetic in the true sense. And it’s a sad little insult to life itself.