A life with breastfeeding

I really think this picture is true. However, some speak more directly to me than others. I've shown the picture to a couple people, but it didn't seem to resonate with them the same way. Perhaps it is because I am exclusively breastfeeding. While I have the support of my husband, family and friends, I feel like society and the media don't get it at all. I am not a girl gone wild. I do feel like I'm completing a superhuman act that requires skills and balance. And that milk drunk smile that baby girls gets afterwards makes it so worthwhile. Needless to say, my life would be a lot easier if societal support of breastfeeding existed.
I met my sister for coffee yesterday at a bustling Lincoln Square cafe. I knew I'd have to feed my daughter there and was fully prepared for the task. I had all the gear in tow. I guess I just wasn't prepared to be seated on a banquette style booth with two young men facing me at the tables to my left and right. I chickened out. We ended up walking a few stores down to a baby gear store and feeding her there. Should I be upset that I didn't follow through with my original plan? Did I chicken out for myself or for their benefit? Overall, baby girl had a meal and everything worked out. I just felt like I would be stared down if I whipped out my breast. Was a wrong? Should I have done it anyway? Why do I even have to worry about such things? Women should be able to breastfeed wherever, whenever and however needed. Breast is best!