There are some things you buy which makes you so breathless with excitement that you dial your girlfriend as soon as you leave the store. However, shopping for shapewear is not one of these things. In fact, we pretend to each other that we don’t own them. Let’s face it, I never thought I would be caught dead in the department store, never mind brow-knittingly studying the charts on the backs of Spanx boxes. I came to a mind-numbing conclusion—there comes a day when we all need extra help, myself included. Admitting this is the first step that leads to the road of correction.
So, I squeezed myself into some Spanx, a suffocating mass of spandex tummy fist-aid for an event, and it works. I look thinner and my posture is straighter (or it could just be that I can’t breathe…). But why do they have to be so darn unattractive? My dress was flawless, but I wouldn’t want my husband to peel it off of me and find this weird, post tummy tuck, borderline sportswear underneath my dress. In fact, I didn’t feel one ounce of sexiness being smothered by this circulation-cutting thick spandex.
I began a search in solitude, because I was still not ready to admit that I needed that extra help. One day, I came across the Cass Luxury Shapewear Body Suit in a small boutique in SOHO. It does not give me the someone-punched me-in-the-stomach support, but the cut is sexy and it uses a much thinner flexible fabric. This is well-made and I felt—unashamed. My husband thought I was wearing a leotard, and my ballet teacher thought it was a new leotard—isn’t this exactly what we want in shapewear?
Since then, I started collecting pieces from their collection. I now can’t live without their booty-enhancing shorts and perfectly cut camisole, so much so that I’m seriously considering converting them from shapewear into sleepwear.