So these days I see all these curvaceous women and I want that curves. So I decided to get myself some shapewear. Took a large, the medium looked small.
So first of all I am not the type of woman that likes to suffer for beauty but when there's time to dress up, I am in. Got this beautiful dress, offish pink in colour, covered all my grey hair and started practising my make-up moves. I am severely outdated and I hardly ever wear make-up. A girl has to practice, do not want to look like an iron-deficient canvas.
So all done and dusted, set out my clothes for the next day, was still early evening. And I decided to try on this shapewear with the dress. I gotta admit I had to use some powder, was hot here, getting in that thing was a gym session on its own. After manoeuvring it in, I was so exhausted nevertheless it was time to see what it will look like with the dress on. Oh oh oh, girl I had curves in all the right places, even my boobs looked pre-pregnancy. It tucked away all that was imperfect in my eyes. And I realised there and then, for this work of art I declare I will suffer.
The next day I got ready, started early because getting on my curvaceous bodywear makes me a bit exhausted and I do not want to look that way at the event I was attending. Anyway got dressed, looking all good, carrying on through my suffering, do not care I look fine as wine. Eventually, we had to sit down and eat, this body wear was so tight around me, it was like food cannot make it past my oesophagus. Then I had to use the loo. The long walk on the heels I am not comfortable on, to the bathroom was tedious. And the need was big. Aaaaah got there, rushed to a stall and this beloved body gripper is a mission to get off. The struggle and trying not to leak was devastating.
Finally, I made it. And while I now sit on the loo I am checking my bodywear for wet stains, only to find that this one had a hole between the legs, for the purpose of going to the toilet. How did I ever miss that!
