Normalize breast feeding

My dear Paz,

Today, Argentine women, who protest and are as brave as always, organized a #TetadaMasiva (a public breastfeeding event) to stand in solidarity with Constanza. A few days ago, two police officers removed Constanza from a park in the San Isidro neighborhood for breastfeeding her nine-month-old baby in public.

Despite not having been able to breastfeed you for even a month, I am Constanza Santos.

If I were in Buenos Aires, I would be walking with you, hanging from my breast. I would stand with the hundreds of women who protest and fight for the basic right to be able to feed their children freely whenever, wherever, and however they want.

I don’t breastfeed because I literally could not, but this makes me even more Constanza than if I had been able to. I am Constanza because I also drank my mother’s milk, because I know how hard each and every drop can be, because I understand the unbreakable bond that is formed between a mother and her child while breastfeeding. I am Constanza because I am a defender of my body’s freedom and of the rights of absolutely all human beings, especially children’s.

I am Constanza because I stand up to the hypocritical censorship of those who express their discomfort at the sight of a baby drinking from their mother but aren’t shocked by the advertising of those who sexualize women just to sell. Because it’s me, not the State and much less the police, who has the autonomy to decide what to do with my body and how to feed my family.

I am Constanza because I refuse to hide in a bathroom or in a six-by-six-foot room to feed you, my sweet daughter, as if I were committing a crime!

I am Constanza because I love you so much and because I would give anything to be able to breastfeed you in a park, just like she did.

#RiseUpMariposas #RevolutionizeEducation #EducationRevolution #RevoluciónDeLaEducación #ReimagineEducation #Raisingworldchangers #NormalizeBreastFeeding #AmamantarEnPublico

Mom

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¡Hola, soy Pao!

Soy escritora, madre de tres Mariposas, y defensora de una revolución educativa. Me dedico a compartir mi camino, conocimiento y escritura para que otras madres despierten y aprendan a ser y cultivar almas realmente felices.

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