‘I thought I had sjans, not so’
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You may be a mother, but it is best to test once in a while whether you are still well positioned in the market. It’s a shame if such flirtation makes you want to disappear into a deep pit.
Nancy (32) lives together and is the mother of son Sam (3).
“I thought it was something, my generous cup during the breastfeeding period. My boyfriend also enjoyed it visibly. ‘You look divine’, he enthused during one of our first terrace visits with our brand new baby. The sun was shining, the camisole I was wearing was practical for feeding, but concealed little. Grinning, I waved away his hormonal spring jitters and got up to go to the toilet.
“Somehow I felt flattered that I was apparently still well positioned in the market”
On the way in, a group of twenty-somethings whistled defiantly after me. ‘So so, juicy!’ they cried. Somehow I felt flattered that, despite my early motherhood and weight loss body, I was apparently still well marketed. It was only when I looked in the toilet mirror that I understood what they really meant by ‘juicy’. On my right breast there was a large leakage mark, impossible to disguise. There was only one thing to do: the lot own. With my head held high, I stepped past the boys back to our table. And she hissed softly: ‘Yes, my son agrees.’”
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Bullseye
Adhira (33) is married and mother of Kish (6) and Nayla (2).
“I wanted to be fun, with two girlfriends on the way to dinner without children, in stiletto heels over cobblestones. Meters in advance we had already spotted them, the road workers in orange vests. “Cross?” suggested friend one, sure that this would at least make for a sexist remark. ‘No’, I said, ‘the art is just to move along a bit, then they will be silent again.’
“While flirtingly trying to give him tit for tat, I lost my balance”
‘Take a tipple?’ we cashed the first comment. As I took a gasp of air to give him a flirtatious lick, my girlfriend pulled my jacket, I lost my balance and my bag and I ended up on the street – while the tampons rolled out of that bag towards road workers. “At least you can aim, dummy!” screamed it out. To which I tried to save things with: ‘Look at me with a dart’ – and walked through with a hole in my tights.”
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