A love letter to my post-baby boobs

My breasts have eaten themselves alive. To be fair, they were meagre to begin with. Neither tantalizing melons nor soft pillows upon which a baby soundly slumbers. Since weaning my youngest child, they look especially pitiful. It?s hard to look away. Our culture provides consistent advice to pregnant and postpartum women, but the body that has ceas...

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