Since we're in the midst of packing for our move, I couldn't get my hands on a photo of me nursing.
Because I know what it feels like to feel embarrassment to nurse your baby, not to mention shame nursing your toddler. When I had my son nearly ten years ago, I had people start asking me when he was six weeks old if I was thinking about weaning. Ummmm...no, just getting the hang of this breastfeeding thing. Those same people (and others) were horrified that I made it to a year, and stopped asking me when I was going to wean once he hit two. I was thankful; I didn't want to have that discussion anymore than they did.
So when I had my daughter, the whole issue of breastfeeding was no longer secretive to me; imagine that! I wasn't ashamed of using these breasts for their biological purpose! Woohoo! After years of unselfconsciously prancing about in bikinis and tight braless tees, not to mention the occasional topless beach or private lagoon skinny-dip, I was finally not afraid to lift my shirt and pop on my babe.
This video is from the League of Maternal Justice, prepare to be moved; bring out the hankies or breast pads to wipe dry your eyes.