After having two kids, there were many things that I needed to “lift.” The bags under my eyes, the extra cushion around my waist, and my energy level. But one morning, as I stared at the reflection in the mirror, it was apparent to me that the thing that needed lifting the most was my chest.
As I dressed that morning, I tugged and pulled at the faded, black Gap T-shirt that didn’t quite seem to fit like it used to. I had recently quit breastfeeding my son. I no longer had my full, milk-producing breasts. I no longer had my perky, pre-pregnancy 20 something breasts. I didn’t consider my chest smaller than before, just lower. I needed something to improve my self-esteem and boost my mood. I smiled as the idea came to me. Thanks to a recent Oprah episode, I had just the solution to brighten my day.
After dropping my 3 year old off at preschool, I pushed the stroller that held my sleeping baby across the shiny tile floor of Nordstroms. As soft, soothing music played overhead, I made my way to the lace and silk in the lingerie department. As I began to get caught up in the relaxing atmosphere, I suddenly heard a screeching sound. “What is that noise?” I almost asked out loud, annoyed at the interruption of the peacefulness. I felt my ears burning as I realized that it was my stroller. The squeaking echoed through the quiet store until I reached the carpet. I started to maneuver my way around the displays that held delicate bras and panties. One of the large wheels on my stroller banged into a rack of lacey thongs, knocking several of them to the floor. I bent down and scrambled to pick them up. “What am I doing?!?” I thought to myself. “Go home. You don’t belong here. You have perfectly good sports bras at home.”
Just as I stood up with the intention of running out, I was greeted by a smiling sales associate, looking as perfect as the store itself. She was dressed in a suit, accented with just the right accessories. She had sparkly white teeth and flawless make-up. I couldn’t help but notice my own, causal appearance, in comparison to hers. I shifted my weight as I questioned if I had made a mistake in coming.