A mother's body apparently belonged to vague patriarchal laws I couldn't always identify and therefore needed to be taught, many of which rested on the assumption that a lack of autonomy was simply part of motherhood.
I lost friends. I gave up professional ambitions, not because I wanted to but because I wanted to do right by my child, or I didn't feel like I had any other options.
Breastfeeding was an intimate bond I shared with my baby, a tie that bound us, a time when the man in the car fell away.
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