Split In Half
I hate breast feeding. I hate what it’s done to me. I hate that I care about it so much that it tears me up inside. I hate beautiful breast feeding pictures. They’re smug, staring at me, reminding me of what I never had. I hate breast feeding clothes, nursing bras, pillows, all things I never needed. I hate it.
I love breast feeding. I love the wonder of it, the magical connection, the fascinating science. I love that one human body can keep another alive completely. I love breastfeeding pictures, beautiful, serene. It’s healing, natural, comforting, free, bonding. I love it.
Damn you breastfeeding. I’d hate you completely if you weren’t so wonderful.