AN OPEN LETTER TO MY BOOBS – THE REBEL MAMA

My boobs… are all of us. They’ve been stretched to the max. They’ve been bitten. They’ve known pain (mastitis is no joke).  They’ve been a source of comfort, a pacifier, and even an accessory on a night out on the town. And now they just look like they need a goddamn break.

Stage: Postpartum
Type: Link