“Because we are workers,” said Annabelle.

We were venting because we cared, and we tried harder than most, and we actually loved the work. Her being French, added in the mix, the undertones of solidarity, equality, and sisterhood.

Observing my post-partum body in the mirror, I find my tired breasts stuffed in the pumping bra endearing, and my granny panties kind of sexy. Even though my abdomen droops out of it like a soft pillow and my fascia is bloated, and my skin is stressed, and my hair is dry, and my lips are chapped, all I see the potential. Something to work on. Because I’m a worker.