Not that I do, but oddly enough, I dreamed that I was a wearer of a girdle.
I’m still shaking many hours later at the thought of encasing my innards in a tight stretchy elasticized garment by Playtex.
I wonder, though, if I were a single gal, re-sculpting my body for a reconnaisance mission/hunt for Mr. Right, if I did squeeze myself into a girdle (after duct-taping the inevitable fat bubbles that always erupt on the thighs where the girdle leg stops) then propped up my fallen friends with a padded underwire bra two sizes too small, would I be guilty of faulty advertising?