When I was young, watching my mother put on a girdle was a source of high comedy for my sister and me. She’d wriggle and tug, and hop and strain, and do a suburban matron’s version of a hoochie dance. We’d giggle and she’d scold us in between tugs. “Just….wait….until….you’re….old….enough…and…have to…wear…one of…THESE!.. It’s….not….FUNNY!”
Every woman wore girdles back then, at least if they didn’t want to “jiggle” and risk being branded a Harlot. I swore I would never wear a girdle, and the times granted my wish; by the time I hit my teen years in the early 70’s, girdles were pretty much an anachronism. Bras too were considered by many of my peers to be something only the Patricia Nixons of the world wore, but I’d developed early and fast, and wearing a bra was more comfortable than not for me. (By the time I was in my 20’s, I was an underwire gal all the way.)
But I did avoid the Girdle Dance.
Fast forward about 35 years, and une femme has been noticing that even the lined trousers are looking a bit, well…lumpy. Were those panty lines always there? Those saddlebags? I’ve had to accept that I’m getting a bit squishier with age, even if my size remains the same.
I still have the same aversion to the idea of a girdle, but I’d been hearing rave reviews about Spanx and decided to give them a try. I’m a convert. These babies work miracles and do wonders for une femme’s body image, yet are comfortable and don’t dig or bind. (My suggestion for maximum comfort: buy one size bigger than the chart says you need.) I’ve tried both the regular “Power Panties” and also the “Higher Power” which goes all the way up to the bra, and is fabulous under clingy knits. And you only have to dance just a little bit to get them on. 😉
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