After years of pouring every ounce of my energy into my two beautiful children and nurturing our home, I recently found myself with a little more quiet time. As they grew older and became more independent, I started catching glimpses of my reflection in the mirror—a reflection that often brought a pang of sadness. My once full and firm breasts, now softened and noticeably lower from breastfeeding, felt like a constant reminder of how much my body had changed. I craved that feeling of prepregnancy beauty and confidence, not just for myself, but also to feel that spark of feminine charm with my husband again.
