"Anytime. Anywhere. You can stare, I don't care. I'll feed my hungry child, here or there, if you don't like my boob...
If you've tried talking and writing and protesting and still can't seem to get people to accept you breastfeeding in public, perhaps you need to try a Dr. Seussian limerick?
That's what one mum, Whitney, did in the latest amazing way women are normalising breastfeeding. Behold, her poem on the popular Facebook group Breastfeeding Mama Talk:
Anytime. Anywhere. You can stare, I don't care. 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 you're 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? I could 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!