Attack of the Killer Girdle

Okay...promise not to laugh. Cathy and I had the bright idea to try on various monsterous girdles in an attempt to hide that extra 5 lbs and look extra fabulous at the reunion. Little did we know that this was a treachorous undertaking...had we known, we would have fled Victoria Secret at high speed.

We carefully select a variety of bulge hiding items and made our way to the dressing rooms. First item...looks like something of a tube top but it is very stiff and only slightly elastic and made to fit around your middle so it seems that you have a smaller waist. I turned it over and over in my hands. Hmmmm. No hooks, no zipper...how to put this on...the only option left was to pull it on. But then you wonder, do you pull it on from the top or the bottom? I've never worn one of these things...I hadn't a clue. I looked at the girdle and looked at my bottom...there was no way it was going to fit over that. Then I looked at my boobs and had serious doubts the girdle would fit over them either but I decided that since I was already in the dressing room, half naked, it was worth a shot. I pulled it over my head and got my arms through but as I was working it past my shoulders the stupid thing flipped up and over so that it was now inside out, covering my face and forcing my arms to be stuck straight up in the air, over my head. *sigh* This is not what I had in mind. I then had to spend the next 5 minutes wiggling myself free while I heard Cathy bumping into walls of the dressing room next to me before she finally said, "Ummm, Linny. I think I'm stuck..."