A mum has penned a poem about breastfeeding in public and it’s brilliant!
“Anytime. Anywhere. You can stare, I don't care,” the poem begins.
“I'll feed my hungry child, here or there, if you don't like my boob I still don't care.
“A Restaurant? A store? It's boob juice galore! A theatre? A museum? But your more focused on trying to see them! Bottle or boob, It's all just food.
“You still think I should cover? You should run and tell your mother. Pull out your phone and take a picture? But I'm the one who's the problem? Don't you wish we could all mind our business?
“That would sure solve them! Think I am disgusting? Could I say the same? Think I am playing an attention seeking game? You are wrong because you see, really I am only worried about the comfort of my baby and me!”
The mum signed off the poem, "Sincerely Whitney, the badass breastfeeder & her badass son fuelled by purely boob juice."