I used to worry that my breasts are too small to produce “enough” milk, an echo of a worry I had as a young person if they were big enough, my body feminine enough. Watching my baby grow bigger and stronger, knowing that each and every ounce she gains comes from my milk, and seeing how much she adores my breasts, has helped me work past those insecurities. These days I’m feeling a lot of awe and gratitude for my body.