I broke down and followed the trend and purchased a pair of Spanx. They are actually Spanx knock-offs, yellow brand Spanx if you will, Body Wrap to be specific. I bought them because I wanted to cover my gut, tighten it in. I don't have a muffin-top I have a loaf of bread below the bust and above the waist.
I have memories of my mother's girdles. White, rubbery with those funny little tabs connecting hose to the girdle. Memories of yanking it on over the ass and slapping it up to the waist. Here I am about the age that she probably began wearing a girdle, in my own new millenium version, less rubbery but still constricting.
One great thing about the 2009 girdle is that it works the core. Being held in like a tight package encourages me to tighten my abdominal muscles throughout the day. I'm already held in so I have the physical support to assist my muscles hold it all in. It was great!
The odd thing was the desire to touch my own ass. It's smooth, it's relatively high and there no panty lines anywhere. It fascinates me and I want to keep checking myself out all day long.
Am I progressing or regressing? I am accepting or denying? It's cheaper than plastic surgery.
