The other day I went clothes shopping with a friend, when we arrived downtown, it appeared that the entire city of Marseille had the same idea. Nevertheless we were two girls on a mission, we went straight to our favorite shop, found things we liked and headed towards the dressing room where we found a defeating line ahead of us. Without given it a second thought we went to the men's dressing room which was deserted. Why is it that the men's dressing room as well as their bathrooms are less full than the womens?
We shared one of the men's dressing room, figuring that if any guys came around at least we were only using one dressing room instead of two.
As I have gained weight, I found myself timidly modest about undressing in front of my friend. I told her so, and she laughed saying, "As if you are the only one with something to hide!" We tried on the clothes we had brought, admiring some disregarding many.
Going out of the dressing room to exchange sizes, I found a girdle hanging on the rack. I have never in my life tried on a girdle.... but the idea of tucking my excess in, or hiding my chunks made me grabbed it. Then I rushed back into the dressing room to try it on before anyone could see me carrying it.
(Imagine a photo here.)
(Such as: A Sweet Dumpling or a Chocolate Chew.)
As I stuffed my self silly into that tight little contraption, my friend walked in. I was caught between elastic and embarrassment, half stuffed in and most stuff hanging out. My friend raced out, but soon came back in with another size stating, "If the first one doesn't succeed try, try again, or at least another size!" I hadn't thought of that, thinking they were suppose to be tight.
I squeezed every inch of my physical life into the black hole, then stood up, looked at my friend and sang to the tune of A D.J. saved my life.... "Oh how this Girdle saved my life for the first time."
My friend teased, "Ding Dong it is not a girdle, they are called Spanxs!"
Just goes to show you how old I am.
Have you a shopping tale to tell?