I've been doing it for years.
Star, I've had to graduate to the modified shake - I call it the middle-aged ladle, when instead of shimmying hazardously, you gently lean over and left your boobs into position. Spoon in those mounds of jelly (or in my case, wet socks) so they arrange themselves neatly and decoratively inside those armour-plated mausoleums we call bra cups.
At the moment my scar is still very attached to the tissue underneath, so when I do the spoon them in routine, my right boob actually looks folded in half, like it is creased across the top. But hey, once in place, you can't tell.
I just hope they don't get me on false advertising charges...
Still, it is better than going bra-less at my age and having my boobs look like they've been tied round my waist by apron strings. Getting a boob snagged in the zip of your hipster jeans can be really painful...
Marg