There was a time when shopping for lingerie perked me up. I enjoyed looking for the perfect brassiere that could make mountains out of molehills and the laciest, skimpiest knickers to match. Such self-delusional bras are called push-ups for literally what they do – they give a little boost of confidence.
The feminine form metamorphoses with age. The ever-changing landscape means having to get new bras every now and then. When I was nursing my eldest daughter, I needed a bra that could suppress the masses. Engorged with milk, my breasts swelled from demure to ostentatious.