I find myself gasping for air, my ribcage feeling tightly constricted, and my mind slightly hazy. Somehow, I’ve wandered into the realm of waist training, and I’m uncertain if this is where I want to linger.
Just a few nights ago, I was wide awake, engrossed in a marathon of home shopping channels. I managed to resist the urge to buy a fancy gadget or a seasonal pumpkin vase. However, when a former reality star appeared, promoting her game-changing tank tops that promise a soft and snug embrace, I was hooked. Who doesn’t love a good hug?
She spoke about her struggle to regain her sense of self after giving birth, which led her to create shapewear that made her feel confident and fabulous. Sure, I may be 14 years past my own baby days, but who could resist the allure of boosted confidence and a touch of glamour? And did I mention the tanks were reversible? Plus, she sweetened the deal with three pairs of matching undies at no extra cost!
I envisioned this purchase as the perfect addition to my fall wardrobe from the comfort of my couch. The fact that the tanks bore the name “Yummie” made them even more enticing. Hugs? Yummie? Count me in!
However, the small sizes were sold out. I hesitated at the medium/large option. I typically fit comfortably into smalls. What if they were too loose to provide that cozy embrace I craved?
Turns out, my worries were unfounded. I certainly got my hug, but it felt more like the bear hug from Lennie in Of Mice and Men rather than a gentle squeeze. Getting into the first tank required a Herculean effort as I wrestled my arms and then my breasts into place. Pulling the extra-long fabric down over my hips was another challenge. Long tanks are essential for moms who bend over often because, let’s face it, no one wants a wardrobe malfunction.
Yet, as soon as the fabric reached my hips, it flipped back up to the bust area faster than a kid’s slap bracelet snaps around a wrist. After a brief battle, I finally managed to pull the material down, which cinched my waist with a force that made any of my old 1980s belts seem tame. After another quick breather, I slipped into the matching undies, which were snug enough to sit just below my breasts. While it wasn’t quite a corset, it definitely felt more than fitted.
When I glanced in the mirror, my silhouette resembled an hourglass—if not quite Kardashian-worthy, it was still an improvement. All my softer edges were neatly contained within the robust fabric. I realized that if I wore these often, I might stand a little taller and even achieve a slightly smaller waist.
But then came the breathing dilemma. If I committed to wearing this every day, I’d need to leave reminders around the house: “Breathe short, breathe shallow,” to avoid fainting.
In the end, I opted to keep the undies and part ways with the tank tops, finding a compromise in my shapewear journey. I think I’ll ask my daughter and husband for more genuine hugs and enjoy my “yummies” in the form of ice cream, as nature intended.
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In summary, my brief foray into shapewear has taught me that while the promise of a trendy silhouette is alluring, comfort—and the joy of genuine hugs—will always reign supreme.
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