Before becoming a mom, breast augmentation was never something that crossed my mind. I was perfectly content with my body, even after having my first child, I thought I was lucky. But then, after my second little one arrived, things felt different. I saw a stranger looking back at me in the mirror; my once full breasts, altered by years of breastfeeding, now seemed deflated and saggy. It was a subtle change, but enough to make me feel profoundly selfconscious, especially when trying on clothes or simply getting dressed. That feeling of losing a part of myself, physically and mentally, was something I never anticipated.
