A confession: I never stopped

This part of my body transcends rational thought, and so, 6 months after stopping breastfeeding, I continue to lactate...

Trigger warning for tonight: brief mentions of disordered eating and diet culture, as well as body dysmorphia and gender dysphoria.

I have hated my chest for as long as it has been more than a flat expanse of skin, ribs, and nipples. The second the empty and sprawling land of nothingness began to transfigure into a space with hills and valleys and buds …