I own a pair of Spanx.
That's right. I'm crossing the point of no return by admitting that I don't just own Spanx; I wear them.
I used to tell Yanaj that wearing Spanx made me feel like a baluga whale stuffed into a pantyhose.
Now?
You know the part in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation when they cut the rope that's been holding the Christmas tree together, and the branches explode forth with such force that they break through the windows and knock everything over?
That's how I feel when I take my Spanx off at the end of the day.
I'm just saying.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I'm Not Too Proud To Admit...
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7 comments:
As long as they don't slingshot across the room I think you're in the clear.
You're right, and as long as no squirrels come flying out either.
like i said earlier- i am pretty much 99.99% positive that plenty of women wear spanx and just dont admit it. so I say: WAY TO BE HONEST AND MORE POWER TO YOU! wear those spanx with pride :)
Hee hee! I have a pair too...and they are maternity spanx. That seems really wrong, huh?
What? No picture?!
I think you'll be A-OK until you start wrapping up your cat for Christmas. Spanx or no Spanx, that's just crazy.
I just want to see... congratulations... and I was WAY off on what I thought Spanx were. :)
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