Defeated but Not Deflated

Last week I had an appointment with my plastic surgeon.  I'm nearly six weeks out of surgery and was given the all clear to wear a regular, non-underwire bra instead of these dreadful, tight sport bras.  I left his office excited; Dreaming of all the sexy lingerie I hadn't been able to wear in years due to my large, post-pregnancy, somewhat saggy breasts.  And when I say sexy lingerie I mean a matching bra and panty set.  Let's be honest, I'm 36, a stay-at-home, work-from-home mom.  Matching is about as good as it gets.  Sorry R!

So, I set out to the local mall, with a fist full of money, my body pumping with adrenaline, breasts full of silicone, and a head filled with unrealistic expectations.  This was going to be the start of a 'new me' - sassy and sexy.  My body had been through Hell and I was ready to treat it to some new under-things.

I walked into the store and I shit you not, it felt like a foreign place to me.  I've been buying bras for over 24 years and it was like I forgot what to do.  I didn't even know what size I was.  I couldn't even guess.  But, that's okay, because I got sidetracked with all the pretty, colorful, lacy bras.

Ladies, I know I don't have to explain this to you, but for the guys out there, let me explain something to you: for some girls, bras are a cute little accessory for their cute little boobies (if you fit into this category, more power to you!) and then there are those of us who NEED a real bra (not an accessory bra), even better if the bra designer had some sort of architecture or engineering degree.  We are talking underwire, reinforced snaps (3 at minimum, as two likely won't cut it), substantial cups and nice, big, thick comfy straps.  I've always been one who needed a bra, but now I was one of the lucky few who could wear accessory bras on occasion.  How exciting, right?!

So, while I'm like a shark attracted to shiny things, I'm looking around the store and everything has an underwire.  Underwires are a no-no, at least for now.  I'm not exactly sure why, maybe so I don't spring a leak if the wire were to poke me?  No biggie, I didn't need an underwire for the first time in my life.  Anyhow, after about 5 minutes of searching in this small store, I finally ask the associate where the non-underwire bras are.  She lead me over to the a wall full of beige granny panties and bras in boxes (gasp!).  Apparently, these bras were so ugly they warranted a box.  I'm also pretty sure neither of my grandmother's (God rest their sweet souls) wouldn't have been caught dead in one of these dreadful things.  No lace.  No colors.  No embellishment.  My dreams and hopes were crushed.

I walked out feeling defeated.  The search continues...