As I sit here, writing a post Thanksgiving missive about the joys of the holidays and how grateful I am to have the life that I have, with the immense amount of success I've had, many times, just out of sheer luck for when and where I was born. So much of circumstance is not anything you can preselect.
Anywho.... after the amazing meal prepared by many hands, hosted by my sister and her husband, and after I went back for seconds (yes, seconds), I sat back in my chair, in my blouson long dress, and sighed a happy sigh. And then I had an epiphany....well, more like a random thought posed as a question:
Why is there a size zero for Spanx? I mean, think about it. What ridiculously, already-thin, woman needs Spanx? It doesn’t make a lick of sense to me.
Do Victoria’s Secret models need Spanx? Really? When?
So as I sat back with my gut full of two whole Thanksgiving dinners, I had an idea. Why not start the Spanx size small at an average size 10 and just go up from there. Maybe make an XSmall, a size 8. Medium Spanx is 10-14, Large Spanx is a 16-18…etc...etc...etc.
Half the battle of fitting your body into this medieval torture device is psychological anyway. So here you are, a size 10, squeezing your innards into ridiculously tight, nude, bike shorts...do you really need to look at the tag and read the number 10?
Why not make your clientele feel fabulous by making the sizes a compliment?
And then I passed out from excess C11H12N2O2 (tryptophan for all you non-chemists)...
It's the holidays people! Let's keep on celebrating!
Psst...I made that there bird below...