Before becoming a mom, I honestly never gave breast augmentation a second thought. My body was just… mine. It was familiar, predictable. Then my little one arrived, and while my heart swelled with love, my chest, well, it did the opposite. After months of nursing, I looked in the mirror and barely recognized myself. The firmness I once had was gone, replaced by what I could only describe as significant postpartum breast sagging. It hit me hard. Suddenly, I started wondering if there was anything I could do, but the thought of surgery was absolutely terrifying. My biggest worries were safety and whether it would impact any future plans for a second child. I felt so lost, needing someone who could truly understand and guide me without judgment.
