Today I wore an underwired bra for the first time in over 8 months. I am pleased to report they still work, I no longer have weird flat pancake boobs which start somewhere under my armpit and meet in the middle. I have a proper cleavage!
I was concerned the second round of breastfeeding would leave the boobies beyond help but it is astonishing how a little bit of scaffolding can restore them to something resembling their former glory.
I'm not professing for a second that they are pert, but the minute my silhouette had definition in the mirror I felt different. I would say more like my old self but there is no such thing as my old self anymore. I am the same person but different, better in most ways, but with a few battle scars to show for all this baby growing malarkey.
So the underwires are staying put and I salute them (despite the fact that they really are uncomfortable). They make me feel more like me which can't be a bad thing. And who knows I may even get beeped at by a white van man and whilst I'll shake my fist at him in feminist rage I'll secretly be praising the person who invented the underwire.
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