Uh huh. That is a picture of me breast feeding my child. On the internet. With my boob out of my shirt. And I’m not even campaigning for anything. Look closely. See that shirt I’m wearing? That is a Milkstars nursing top. Can you see my nipple? [No, thirteen year old boys googling breastfeeding hoping for pictures of boobs and winding up on this blog, you can't.] Dee’s head is exposed to fresh air while my boobs/nasty postpartum belly flap are not. That is the miracle of Milkstars. And that’s not all. These shirts are soft. And comfortable. And generously long. And flattering.
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Oh, and Delilah was extremely entertained by the bright red lips I donned for that picture, which inevitably resulted in her spending the better part of the afternoon looking like this:
Feed Me Seymour
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