While dog/house-sitting for my sister in Philly this weekend, we received a solid three inches of snow and with my only choice of shoe being my red Gucci booties, I wasn’t about to face the icy streets sans traction for a late night craving, so I enlisted a stranger from Postmates to take the risk instead.
Herein lies the issue: The salty deliciousness that curved my craving – and was (safely) delivered to my door – didn’t exactly pair well with the dress I needed to squeeze into the next day. So, after 31 years without support, I was finally forced to test the Spanx-filled waters for the very first time.
Luckily, I had a pair stashed at the bottom of my drawer that Sara Blakley had given me years ago.
Fun fact: I used to cast her models!
I’m not gonna lie, I was expecting my insides to feel smothered, but the shapewear was surprisingly really comfy – I even slept in them. Don’t judge. Unfortunately, when it came to reducing my bloating situation, the Spanx fell flatter than what I’d hoped my torso would be.
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When I looked at the tag, I quickly learned it was because they were a size large.
It’s all in the details.
