By JACQUI PORTER
I have a favourite dress. It’s black, fitted with lace sleeves and a gorgeous detailed back.
As soon as I saw it I fell in love.
There it was, displayed centre stage in a swanky boutique (you know the clothes are a bit more posh if they come from a ‘boutique’ rather than just a shop). It looked at me, willing me to whip out my flexible friend Mr Credit Card and take it home.
I promised myself that I would find the perfect place to wear it. Weddings, parties, dinners out, I knew the dress would be perfect for everything, and it was.
The problem was that every time I put this thing on, I could no longer see the gorgeous fabric, the delicate lace, the eye-catching details on the back. All I could see was the lumps and bumps that every bit of material seemed to cling to, leaving me feeling awkward and uncomfortable. And so, every time, without fail, back it went into the wardrobe.
And so there it stayed – hanging beautifully, looking amazing, but never seeing the light of day. I think there came a point where I just gave up and conceded defeat. I thought about selling it, giving it away. I figured that it was so beautiful someone should at least be able to wear it. I just wanted it to be me.
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I knew I would never wear it, but I just couldn’t bear to part with it on the off chance that it magically decided to shape shift into something that actually suited me.
Until one day, when I was staying at a friend’s house prior to a hens party. Out she walked in what I now know to be the miracle of shapewear, to iron her dress for the night. She looked amazing in a blue bandage body con, despite having a small human only 7 months prior. I knew I had to try some, and so I raced to the shops the next day and purchased my first pair of shapewear.