A couple of weeks ago I had a very exciting event to attend (more details on that at a later date). This event was HUGE and required me to look my best! Since, I’m currently in between dress sizes. I decided to break down and purchase a shapewear garment. I had a simple and classic dress that I wanted to rock – which required some assistants in the smoothing and lifting department – if you get my drift. I’m on a VERY tight budget so Target was all I could afford. Once I got to Target I waltzed over to the women’s intimate department. I was shocked at the large selection of shapewear they had. Kudos to Target for the amazing selection!
It took me a couple of minutes (actually more like 30 minutes) to decide on a few pieces to try on. I spotted several pieces that I thought would work for dress I was going to wear. With a pep in my step, I headed to the dressing room with my selection of shapewear in tow. The first piece of shapewear I tried on had so many straps that I took one look at it and said “Um, not gonna happen”. The second piece was even worse with a cinching waist and thigh feature that left my body looking like sasauage trying to escape from its packaging. The fifth piece was the killer (yes I realize I skipped the 3rd and 4th, they’re not even worth mentioning). I decided to try on what resembled a high-waisted pair of long shorts. As I slipped the shapewear on, I immediately let out a scream. That sucker was literally so tight, I was actually being asphyxiated. Or so I thought. Either way it was incredibly painful. My screams got a bit louder and I was positive the dressing room attendant was going to think I was being attacked. I stood there half-naked in the dressing room with this shapewear piece disguised as a 1500′s torture device locked around my waist and hips. No matter how hard I tried – it would not relent its death grip from my body. My right arm began to tingle and I was experiencing shooting pains running up the back of my neck. How in the world does that happen? How does a piece of clothing around your waist and hips, cause pain to your head. That doesn’t even seem logical. I started having a bit of a panic attack trying to figure out away to get out of this crazy piece of shapewear. I even tried bouncing against the dressing room walls in an effort to loosen the incredibly tight piece of clothing. For split second I considered calling the dressing room attendant and begging her to cut the garment off of me. Finally after much wiggling, stretching, shimmy, jumping up and down, the demon shapewear released its synthetic claws from my body. and I was able to breathe again. Hallelujah! Free at last! Thank God Almighty! I was FREE at last! I sat on the bench in the dressing room for a good 10 minutes trying to catch my breath. After about 5 more minutes I worked up enough nerve to try on one last piece. A cute pair of tummy toning boy shorts. They slipped on nice and easy. Just like butter, baby! They were perfect. The best part was the boy shorts did not remove all the oxygen from my lungs. My tummy toning boy shorts cost a whopping budget-friendly $13.99! Winning! It was the perfect undergarment for my sweet little pink dress!
I’m might work up enough courage to try on something more “shapewear authentic” in the future. As of now I’m completely satisfied with my tummy toning boy shorts. Holla!
Suddenly Skinny! Control Tummy Toning Boyshorts
