"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment" -Ralph Waldo Emerson
28 March 2008
Fight the Frump ~ Squeezing into shape.
Very controversial among the zaftique is the issue of shapewear. Maybe you want to call it a girdle. Some say it is best to let it all hang out - and you know what, if you are fine with that, that is great. Be natural - no problem. But my personal opinion is that some bumps are better left unseen. I don't so much mind the actual SIZE I am but there are plenty of ripples and lumpy bumpies that I could really do without. Makes it hard for me to wear a shirt without thinking about back-fat appearing every time I sit down - and a girl's gotta sit sometimes, right?
Incidentally, unless I am missing something - and y'all feel free to correct me here - SPANX is not really for fat girls. Spanx is for paranoid chubby girls at best. I am not talking about something that's largest size is an XL... waist measurement being 35.5 inches max. Sorry - that is lightweight stuff. Not the kind of serious body shaping we are talking abut here.
So - let's talk a bit about shapewear. Depending on your issues you may need (or want) more than one - some recommend having one of each - up to you (again - maybe you don't need or want any - Bravo!) You can learn about each type of shapewear at herroom.com.
I personally like a good body briefer - the one that sort of looks like a one-piece bathing suit. This piece is good to trim and define your waist, control the tummy - gives you an overall smooth shape. The cami and the biker shorts are just not options for me as they get swallowed up quickly by the bulk around my middle... Worst part of the body briefer is the contortionist you must be when it is time to use the lavatory, ifyaknowhutimean...
Now you weigh in on shapewear (nothing better than a bad pun, huh?!?)... Do you use it or not? When and what kind?
In parting I leave you with an old (vaudeville-old I am told) joke:
A man was changing into his clothes in a golf-course locker room when he suddenly heard some loud grunting noises. Walking around to the other side of the row of lockers, he encountered one of his golf buddies squeezing himself into a woman's girdle. When the man had finished getting himself into the girdle, the first man asked, "How long have you been wearing that girdle?"
The man in the girdle sighed and answered, "Ever since my wife found it in the glove compartment."