Yesterday, in the middle of Easter dinner, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, just so I could take my jeans and spanx off and put on some leggings.

For the rest of the night, I felt people staring at me, wondering if I had been wearing stretchy pants the whole time, and they just hadn’t noticed.

Because, what kind of crazy person carries spandex pants with them in their purse?

If I had a quarter for every pair of spanx I all but gnawed off of me in a dirty public restroom after too many carbs and wine, I’d have…well…probably enough to buy another pair of Spanx.

Those fuckers are expensive.

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