Breasts. Boobs. Tits. Bangers. Hooters. Jugs. Knockers. They have many names but they have one purpose. And no it’s not to give some bloke named Terry a smile as he reads a certain newspaper over his breakfast sarnie. They were put on this planet and more importantly our bodies to feed babies. So what has gone so horribly wrong?

If someone is drinking wine in a pub no one tells them off. If someone sits down on a park bench to smoke no one tells them off. If someone sits on a train eating a bar of chocolate no one tells them off. Yet if a mother sits in any of these places and feeds her baby there’s always someone ready to judge. Not everyone does but even if one person looks at this as something to be judged then society still has a long way to go. How have we got to the stage where smoking in public is more acceptable than breastfeeding?

It’s hard enough being a parent but for mums to actually be worried about feeding their baby due to someone else’s ignorance for god forbid a bit of boob be on show! I mean a man can walk down the high street parading his useless nipples for anyone to see yet if a mum lets a tiny bit of boob skin be seen or even worse an actual useful nipple then the whole world might collapse. I mean think of all those men who wouldn’t be able to go about their life with such a distraction. Think of all those people who might find out that breasts serve another purpose than selling beer. We now have a society that would rather see a woman stumbling out of a nightclub with her boobs half out than a mother feeding her baby while eating a bit of cake. And don’t even get me started on the fact that a bikini picture is still more acceptable on Instagram than a breastfeeding shot.

I don’t care if people are getting fed up of us banging on about breastfeeding because you know what? It needs more respect. Breastfeeding is tough. It takes time, effort, actual blood, sweat and tears (and plenty of chocolate). But it’s also so rewarding. It’s something we should be proud of. Something that should be celebrated. Something so natural the equipment comes ready installed on our bodies.

I hope this didn’t come across as too much of a rant- maybe just a little bit! But I guess I thought that maybe I do want to shout it from the rooftops that I’m proud to still be feeding Seb and to give all my fellow breastfeeders a shout out! Go Team Boob!