What do you think Cinderella needed to go to the ball?
No! Not a chariot,not a gown,not glass slippers and definitely not a prince.

Men are delusional!
They believe they r the best thing that happened to women but they are wrong. That’s not what a woman needs to feel beautiful and desired.
What she needs is something They obviously haven’t benefitted from.

Spanx!!!!
Ahh!!!!spanx!
Please don’t tell me you don’t know what a Spanx is. If you don’t you are either living under a rock or have been institutionalised or,a man. I am neither and so I know the miracles of Spanx.
My battle with the bulge is never ending and I’ll never ever be thin enough. Atleast not in my mind!
Ofcourse I resort to dieting but finally on the D-day what finally ends my trauma is Spanx. My saviour. 

I think every woman should have one. Well if Gyweneth Paltrow can need it I should have been born with it sutured on my body. It’s transformation from mommy to a mummy(Egyptian)!!!! (Body bandaged tight,unfortunately not chubby cheeks!)

Its one of the best investments i could make.
It’s as exhilarating as love. It makes me feel sexy and beautiful,I can’t eat or sleep in it (unless I am suicidal),it makes me loose my breath,makes me giddy and delirious.(read:lack of oxygen.) And it’s all consuming. Yes it consumes you whole like a python.

Well there’s no gain without pain and it applies to spanx too. It’s like squeezing an elephant’s body into a malnourished 3 year old’s stocking. Not a Xmas stocking. Unless you are just expecting one pencil or three toothpicks.
Forget passing a pashmina through a ring,Spanx is so little?sheer?delicate?(lets just call it invisible),it can pass through my teeth like floss. I think it was originally made for thumbelina,or a skeleton.

But believe me it’s worth it. So what if I turn blue with asphyxia due to lack of oxygen……but atleast I will die pretty.           Food??? Are you kidding me! I can’t even sniff it. I can only take an occasional sip of my wine,gargle and spit it out.
So what if i can’t even as much as dream of relieving my bladder for those many hours while i adorn the Spanx. Yes there is a provision made for that too.( thus confirming a woman invented it.) But No! I can’t even think about the washroom. Taking it off takes a couple of months and a struggle that could put climbing the Everest to shame and a battery of people,( read only women,because only they have the patience and the compassion to understand why the Spanx!)to wear and take it off. So ideally once i do wear it,I try to club all events,social dos and parties of the year in that one week starting from when I get into the Spanx.

And by the end of the evening or week (depending on how many important functions I did manage to squeeze in,since I squeezed into it.) I could land in the hospital on a ventilator or the morgue but that’s hardly of consequence is it?

And if i do get home alive i mostly can’t figure if I am peeling off the Spanx or my skin. And if i do manage to tear it off me, i mostly get threatened to be sued for false advertising by my ever forgiving husband. Because from a hour glass figure i end up like an ever expanding one by the hour,jelly/slime due to air that eventually finds its way back into my lungs and all the love handles that till now,had been contained to perfection
But i am not complaining.

Believe me Spanx is the saviour!!!
Prince Charming comes way behind!