I’m talking about that feeling when you are all dressed up to go somewhere fancy. You are walking around your house with the unfamiliar tap of your heels that are uncomfortable but look mighty fine. Remember how you would put on your sexiest bra – the one with so much padding you could double it over and use it as a pillow in a pinch. But it’s red and lacy and therefore sexy (even if my boobs come off when it does). And how about when shit is getting real fancy and your panties match your bra! Who is that carefree lady with the summer smooth legs?
Tell me about that old friend I met in the bathroom mirror at her husband’s company work party. This is her second night out since her five month old was born. She’s been looking forward to this night for months and she spent from noon on locked in her room – curling, bronzing, tucking, belting and finally emerged just early enough to eat a granola bar and run back and change one more time before leaving. She is held together by a layer of Spanx and fueled by coffee, booze and the hope that they would play her ‘jam’ so she can ride this wave of feeling unbound and beautiful tonight.
Now lets start with the nude compression garment that starts just below her bra and extends to just above her knees. She wears it to hold in that little post-preggo pooch and is pleasantly surprised it tames the bloating from taking seconds of the buffet. She’s also looking to avoid any underwear lines cause you can be damn sure she isn’t sporting no thong. Continue Reading…
