Are we meant to believe a woman’s life only has value by being a mother or looking hot in a bikini? (Or the pièce de résistance: giving birth and bouncing back into a bikini weeks later.) What about having a job you love or fighting for a cause or pursuing your passion? Or how about just living your life and loving your body any way you damn well want, and not having to prove anything to anyone? Is that it? Just two choices: a bikini body or a baby.
