Dear nursing mom with spit up down your back, unkempt hair, and no earrings for fear of having your piercings stretched out beyond repair: I have been there. I know exactly what it feels like to feel like to be a hot mess leaving my house. I too have felt frustrated and self-conscious while my baby pulls up on my shirt and down on my necklace while I’m trying to nurse her in public. Most of the time, I look like some castaway who can’t manage to stay put together while feeding her kid. It’s hard enough to find a