Your Fat

My mother made me wear a girdle. I think I started when I was about 11. I don’t remember when I flat out refused to continue wearing one, but she did finally stop bothering me.

Panty girdles were supposed to hide your panty line in your slacks, and be much less confining than regular girdles. The top always rolled down, however, creating even more of a bulge above the waist. I always wore ‘boy legs’ to avoid chafing. You had to be careful, in the summer, that your shorts were long enough so they wouldn’t stick out.

One time, I was at my friend Susan’s house and her mother gave me a pat on the tush.
“Oh, that’s hard,” she said. Susan said, “That’s because SHE WEARS A GIRRRRDUL!”
Susan’s mother said, “That’s alright, you could stand to wear one, too!”

When the family was invited to a fancy “affair”, my mother bought me an all-in-one. That was a panty girdle and long-line bra, all-in-one. That took a lot to get on. Not to mention having to undress and sit half naked just to pee. How embarrassed I felt hanging my party dress on the hook in the stall and proceeding to peel off this armor like a wet bathing suit. Of course, this was all to appear thinner and more shapely. Hmm, I think it just made me look like Kate Smith.