Still swamped at work, but thought I'd take a quick lunch break and share with you my educational and humiliating experience from yesterday.
I love Sara Blakely. She changed my life. And my size.
Blakely is the southern belle who created Spanx.
The mission of these fabulous undergarments is to hide imperfections and suck you in just a hair.
Or more than a hair, if possible.
They're a staple in my wardrobe and I wear them almost daily. When I don't wear them, I can breathe a little easier, but the anxiety of feeling especially plump cancels out the extra intake of oxygen.
Yesterday, I was juggling coffee and ironing and eyeliner and Matt Lauer when I dashed out the door headed to an appointment. I threw my workload in the backseat, adjusted the radio and backed out of the driveway. As I began to turn onto the street, I realized something.
I forgot to put on a shirt.
The only thing between me and the heavens was my Spanx. I'm sure my neighbor cutting the grass thought it was time for me to lay off the pizza delivery since my top was super tight.
Or perhaps he thought I was a prostitute.