So near, so bra

By Laura Yates on Nov 2, 08 08:57 PM

That's the thing about having kids. Your body is never quite the same afterwards, and there are reminders of this all the time. Today whilst rifling through the reduced section of bras in John Lewis it dawned on me that I didn't have a clue what size I am now that I've finished breast feeding The Kid.

I grabbed a few different sizes and headed off to the changing rooms while The Other Half took The Boy and The Kid to have wander round the 1st floor. I was massively disheartened to find that not only have I gone up a size round the waist, I've gone down one on the top. This wouldn't be so hard to bear had I not had a lovely, voluptuous figure through the first, glorious few months of breast feeding.

The assistant didn't help matters either, not that she wasn't helpful and polite - it's just nothing makes you feel older than someone younger, especially when she is at least 10 years younger, beautiful, pert and advising me that I should try a smaller size.

Oh well, there is a bright side to all this - I came away from the fitting reassured that at least everything is even and well balanced, which was a concern when The Kid was much younger. This might sound strange, but he had a definite preference for the right hand side, giving me a huge paranoia that I looked lop-sided. I was terrified I'd end up with one like a Russian shot-putter's and one like a stone in a sock.

When I came out of the changing room I couldn't see my trio of boys. I considered making a run for it, but didn't think I'd get far armed only with a 32 DD (honest) bra. Plus this perfect pear shaped silouhette of mine could be singled out in a crowd from three hundred yards away.