Brava!

Brava!

Buying undergarments and pads was my biggest nightmare growing up.

Anyone who knows me will refuse to believe my extent of hyperventilation whenever confronted with a situation such.

I don’t come across as the skittish sort but hear me out what life did to make me match my (resting bitch) FACE.

Life gave me a baby.

Being pregnant and having a child essentially makes you a tad shameless. Going from horrified and near fainting at my gynaecologist suggesting an internal examination years ago, to telling the bra fitting assistants “I’m fine with a shadow trainee in the changing room”, I’ve come a long way.

I’m the one who used to wear XL shirts when my real size was XS. Only because I wasn’t comfortable with fitted attire.

Then I went to wearing form fitted maternity clothes when I was pregnant because DAMN girl! I was so proud of the picture perfect bump I grew!

Today however marked a day in history such that it’ll at least make me roll over and laugh for a while.

On a more serious note, Bravissimo fittings? Mind —> BLOWN.

Marks & Spencer fittings have nothing on these. Sure. They’re textbook and do the job but Bravissimo actually caters to us well endowed ones (yet another milestone in life. From being fairly flat chested and happy with myself all my life, the deputation as the official cow for baby took my boobs on a ride of a lifetime)

Sassi is OBSESSED with carrying shopping bags. Since I don’t shop in Pakistan at all, this is the first time she is seeing me shop. At all. She’s overjoyed at the spread she has before her each day to choose from. Today of course, her choice was the Bravissimo bag.

Small. Light. Easy to carry and sealed shut with a sticker so thankfully the chances of my shaamiaana (canopy) sized undies gracing the roads or public (transport) eye were minimal.

From usually stuffing my Calvin Klein bags in other benign looking bags like H&M and Gap, my Bravissimo bag was waved around by my toddler all over Regent Street, in the kind gentleman at Leon’s face who shared Sassi’s side of the sofa and pretty much everyone who looked at us for a second.

Yyyup

Babies change you.