Linking up with Free Write Fridayy today!
The theme is:
Y’all. In this post I am going to somehow tie together elasticized undergarments to my relationship with Jesus.
If this doesn’t merit a Best Blogger Award I just dunno…
Recently I was signing my book at a really Important Book Signing Event. And yes, I know I keep talking about this, like over and over, but to be honest this whole thing is totally consuming mah LIFE, I tell you. I am a Big Deal! I am super Excited! I am certainly too Famous for cleaning the cat box! If I keep posting about it perhaps the small counterparts in my family might agree!
So far, it’s not worked. I still have to feed them. Needy varmints.
And I know, with the Five Minute Friday theme and all, I should really go for a super spiritual post. But as you know… IF THERE IS A SPANX STORY, IT MUST BE TOLD. And, for reals, it was the first thing I thought of when I thought… “Freedom!”
Well, that and Braveheart. But then he kinda morphed into someone wearing Spanx and shouting in his Scottish accent and it got a bit weird from there.
So, the Spanx story:
As you might know, I purchased a dress for The Big Important Signing. A bit later, whilst journeying through the Cute Money Sucker known as Target, I spied these:
Ok. It was a DIVINE moment, I thought. I mean, it says, RIGHT ON THE PACKAGING, “Super HIGHER POWER” !!
I grabbed a pack, and clutched it to my sagging body, the crinkly packaging told me sweetly that I could “Live the Dream.” I wasn’t quite sure what the context was – like if I wore them I could finally, finally be asked to sing back up for Gwen Stefani?
Perhaps. But it’s also possible they would just make me feel all confident and non-lumpy for the Very Important Signing.
I bought ’em.
And then, the morning of the signing, I put them on. This in itself is an amazing undertaking. It takes a lot of flexibility and upper body strength to get these suckers on, friends. Also, a lot of grunting and a few moments of claustrophobic panic, but I talked myself through it. Who needs yoga class? We could just put on Spanx every morning.
And BAMMO! They were ON!
I was LIVING THE DREAM!
Ok, let me interject here with one small red flag. The women on the cover of the packaging? They’re, like, CARTOON women. And thus, they are not actually REAL. And also, it seems to me, they are already pretty svelte and possibly, just maybe, THEIR CARTOON WORLDS DON’T REALLY NEED SPANXS IN THE FIRST PLACE BECAUSE THEY’RE LIKE TINY.
So all this living of the dream crap lasted until about twenty minutes later when the Spanx started to want some freeeeeeedom! (Insert Scottish voice for the Spanx from hereon. Makes it more dramatic.) And since the elastic fabric of these guys seem to be possessed with its own sentient abilities – the Spanx started on its master plan of escape. “Listen, you eejit!” said the Spanx. “It’s high time I’ll be takin my leave! Blar blar blar!!”
They started to travel south.
Here I am, all professional, calm and collected, signing books and being so very famous, and at the same time, my undergarments are duking it out, all Scottish style, with my stomach and lower-down lady-bits.
And by that I mean: the Spanx were sloooooooooooowwwwwwwly rolllllllllinnnnnnng down. By painful, strangling inches, the evil torture device headed south every time I moved.
My first thought was: Just don’t move. Just sit as still as a frightened bunny and maybe the Spanx will take pity on you. This plan didn’t really sit well (get it. GET IT. You see that, don’t you?) with trying to be convivial and chatty and, you know, NOT WEIRD, when signing books.
So for a bit, I just tried to accept the Spanx. I serenity prayed at them. I surrendered to the Spanx. “God, grant me the serenity,” I breathed with the last bit of squashed oxygen in me, “To accept that I cannot change out of these…”
But then, I took courage into my own hands, and excused myself from my table and sorta lurched to the bathroom.
It was there that I removed the Spanx. With a lot of grunting and a few choice adjectives, I de-suctioned them. Not an easy feat in a small stall with a lot of rather curious writer-types around. Writer-types have very vivid imaginations, so I dread to think what they were conjuring up in their fertile minds with all this thumping and cursing and “Just OFF! Get OFFA me! You’re evil! EVIL!!” emanating from my stall.
And then, I did kinda a dumb thing.
(You might want to interject here with, “Just NOW?” which I will allow. I get it.)
The Spanx finally made it to the floor in a beige, defeated heap. I stood, gasping above them. Triumphant. “Demonic SPAWN,” I hissed. And then I kicked them.
Now, it seems Spanx are made out of VERY elastic material. Did you know this? Which also, it seems, makes them kinda boomerangey. Because it was the kicking thing that caught one part of them in my shoe and then they sorta twanged loose and SHOT RIGHT OUTTA THE STALL LIKE FORTY FEET ACROSS THE ROOM.
I then came out of the stall, picked up the Spanx (I SWEAR it kinda growled at me), dropped it in the trash, washed my hands, smoothed my hair, and did my best, so sophisticated walk out of there. So what if it was lunch time and the bathroom was packed with fifty women in shock and awe who had just witnessed a Spanx beat down?
I was free. FREE!!!!!
I could BREATHE, y’all. Breathing is so awesome. SO completely necessary for ones serenity!
So, I pranced it back to the signing table. No, I didn’t just prance, I did my best model STRUT back to the table, friends, to the soundtrack of “I’m Too Sexy for my Spanx”.
And spent the rest of the afternoon, saggy but happy, with my devoted fans. All four of them.
Jesus loves me, this I know. He loves me, even with the foldy bits and the endless neuroses. He loves me enough to say:
“You know? You are beautiful. And I have to tell you. Spanx are from the devil.”
This was awesome! As a mom of 4–I appreciate a good bulge-pressing undergarment for some things. I mean, the blouses & dresses just hang a whole lot better when my saggy parts aren’t acting as speedbumps for the material.
Glad you experienced your freedom that day 🙂
Snortle.:) Thank you for the read. Freedom!!!
So funny! I can honestly say that I’ve never tried Spanx… looks like I should probably heed your warning and stay away! ha!
-Your FMF Friend at #72!
This is hilarious! Thanks for your bravery in sharing. I too have battle the Spanx and lost, though not quite so dramatically or humorously. So glad Jesus thinks we’re all beautiful just the way we are and He wants us to BREATHE! Have a beautiful day! ~ Elizabeth
Thank you so much!
I laughed wholeheartedly at your expense – sorry! the things we do to ourselves! I too have had the unfortunate experience of the “roll down”, on my wedding day too lo less. Free the belly!!!!
Noooo! That was the LAST time i wore Spanx and I had promised I wouldn’t EVER again! Sigh. Silly me. Thank you for the read!!
Well, guess it’s ok for an older neighbor guy to comment on his lady neighbor’s elasticized undergarments. Under where? Oh, it’s not ok for an older neighbor guy to comment on his lady neighbor’s elasticized undergarments? Creepy? Well, never mind.
Oh MY word! I laughed so hard my hubby wondered if I’m going bonkers, well, he KNOWS that, but…totally funny and totally took you more than 5 minutes to write, but OH SO WORTH the read! Popping over from FMF. Have a wonderfully blessed Sunday!
Literally laughing out loud. Funniest thing I’ve read in a LONG time! Thanks for writing and linking up!!
Awww thank you. I love FMF!!!!
That was hysterical!!! And SO my life with various (non-Spanx) *cough cough* support *cough* undergarments. I have felt the oh-so-sneaky roll down and the ensuing panic too! Better yet, on an Easter Sunday once, I had a panty girdle that tried to roll up from the bottom because the little teeny snaps that keep the crotch together (they’re to facilitate easier bathroom visits) popped undone and the whole thing wound up at my waist making my abdomen look anything but smooth! Thanks for sharing! A fellow FMF friend stopping by to say hi!
BWAAHHAHA! I love this.Thank you for reading! 😉
Kate tweeted your post and it was hilarious!! You’re right, they have a mind of their own! It’s so sad that after three babies, I have the delusion that my abs will be the same as they were before I had three babies. Thank you especially for the song. “I’m too sexy for my spanx” is now stuck on repeat! *laughing*
I was #6 on Fmf this week and enjoyed this immensely!
I KNOW. That song is so stuck in my head now – w/ my “new” lyrics. 🙂 Thank you so much for the read!!!
That’s hilarious out there. .
glad you got back your freedom of breath..
Thank you jesus for loving us so unconditionally. .
Iam glad jesus loves the women..
Am in for the sharing.
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