The Breathe-No-More Garment

Note to Self Regarding Compression Garments: Avoid Like Plague.

What they TELL you is if you buy one of these longline get-ups you’ll have no bra line, no unsightly bulges on the side, back anywhere and will in fact look, LIKE YOU’RE NOT EVEN WEARING A BRA except for that nice perky uplift of course. The reality though? you can’t get into the things and you can’t get out of them. Since they have no hooks, zippers or loops they have to go on over you’re head and be pulled down -  or else over your hips and be pulled up but your shoulders are in the way in one direction and your hips in the other; and either way you eventually run into your breasts which are not a bit happy about being squeezed into something  as big around as a tube sock.

This is a picture of me holding my new longline super-elasticized Whatever-it-is,  snapped by my pal Kathy at the dentist’s office, which accounts for the crooked smile since if I didn’t have a head stuffed full of Novocain you can bet I wouldn’t be smiling.Why? Because unassisted you can’t GET this thing on or off. With the help of several ladies in waiting you can finally get it on but then you can’t breathe.It has NO give. It would be too tight on my thigh. This one' i an Extra Large and I weigh what? 132? I mean you'd think it would fit! But I feel in it like a mouse in its last moments as the boa constrictor is doing ist final constrict.

To give you a better idea of how small it is I show it here with my cat Abraham for scale. I put it  on a small stack of toilet paper rolls and even items as small as these are screaming in their tiny voices "Aaaaaaargh! Don't Squeeze the Charmin!"

Abe: 'Get This Thing Away From Me - now!'