Spanx: A Love Story
Where should I begin... When we met, I had just had a baby and heard that there was this great undergarment I could wear that would smooth me out and suck me in. And, boy, did you suck me in. Figuratively and literally. Gone were my rolls and my worries- with you around my waist, I felt secure and even sexy.
Most affairs, like ours, would/should be a secret. Oh, but no. With you in my life, there was no way to hide my giddiness. I wanted/ needed you at important occasions. Sure, (at the time) I was married. But do you think I'd go to a wedding, wear a tight black dress, and NOT make YOU my date?! Please. It was at that moment, that night, I'll never forget, that I told my husband about you. I even showed him what you looked like on. Frankly, the reality of it may not have pleased him. But sometimes the truth is harsh, and I figured as long as no one ELSE knew what was "hiding under the surface," I think all of us agreed that our affair was fine... and could go on for years.
Oh, and it did. You were worn on camera, under jeans, and even just 'cuz. But then, one day, I got tired. I felt constricted. I felt like a fraud. I felt like I was cheating. Cheating on my body with something that might have been making me feel worse... And judging by the look on my ex-husbands face when he saw the real you, I think it's safe to say it makes the others in my life feel worse too. So, I cut it off with you. Stuffed you away with all the other undergarments who I've had flings with too (you didn't think you were the only one, did you?)
But you've been on my mind. A lot. And for a long time actually. You may not know this, but many months ago I was at an event and saw you. Yes, a wedding actually. You were there, with a celebrity, a skinny celebrity I might add. And when she bent over on the dance floor, well, I saw you. And frankly, I was shocked and saddened. It rattled me. If she needed you, if SHE NEEDED YOU, then holy f*ck, I must be out of my mind to have ever let you go.
So here we are. Next week I have a fabulous gala to attend. (Yes, that's right, a gala. I'm an adult now, kay?) To Spanx or not to Spanx... That is the question. Get sucked in all over again but run the risk of my handsome boyfriend reacting the same way my ex-husband did. Is it worth it? IS. IT. WORTH. IT.
Will you hold me that night the way I need to be held? Or will it be too clingy and uncomfortable? I don't know. I just.... I just don't know. Tell me what to do.
Confused and forever in love,