Thoughts, Musings and Reflections

Never Again! My Spanx Nightmare!

Before I get into this blog let me tell you, I don’t want to hear one thing about working out. I started with my trainer months ago, and all is going well.


I have been wanting to write this blog for a while but kept putting it off until I saw my friend, Sadiqa Reynolds post on Facebook today:

“Trigger warning ladies!

I had a near death experience and I am forever changed.

I put my Spanx on and then sat down and bent over to buckle my shoes. I fumbled with the buckle but couldn’t get it. Apparently, being bent over so long with my stomach being cut in half by my undergarments caused a depletion of oxygen to my brain. Just as I was blacking out, I realized what was happening and jumped up and ripped off the spanx. . . Thereby saving my own life.”


Baby let me tell you I laughed and I cried, and I cried, and I laughed as I read her post because flashbacks of me putting on Spanx came to mind and the memory of how those Spanx felt when they didn’t stay in place are burned into every cell in my body.  It felt like someone was trying to saw my ass in half! Even to type this, I am severely triggered! Listening to my friend, Raeshanda Lias-Lockhart, who owns the boutique All is Fair in Love and Fashion, tell me, “Put on shapewear, Hannah. It will smooth you out, Hannah. It will hold your stomach in, Hannah,” I finally gave in. WHY GOD WHY?!  I guess my ego got the better of me and I went and bought not one but two pair. I was gonna be Naomi in this bitch!


I should have known once I had to slick my body up like I had just been for an oil change to put them on something was going to go wrong. I put on my bra, and my dress and a sista was cute. For about 32.5 minutes. Somewhere over the course of the night, my Spanx turned into Ain’ts.


I felt like I was having an out of body experience and trust me if I could have left my body to turn around and tell my dumb ass, “Why in the hell did you put on those Spanx,” I would have!


It felt like those Spanx were made out of the strength of Kryptonite,  Titanium and Steel!  I was at an event and couldn’t adjust them, and when I tell you I silently called on Jesus, Joseph, and Mary to deliver me from the sin of Spanx, I am not lying! It seemed like everyone around me was talking and moving in slow motion. In my mind, I was thinking, “Hurry up!! Don’t you see I’m dying here!!” I pulled out my phone and started typing my last will and testament and eulogy. “Here lies, Hannah. Gone on to glory after her body was cut in half by panties that couldn’t hold in her stomach and ass.” Vanity.


After I performed, everyone wanted to take pictures, and I promise, if you look at some of those pictures I probably look like I am blinking hard because I am! WHY?! Because I was trying to blink twice to signal for help! By the time I made it my car, I was fighting for breath. (I AM SOOO LAUGHING WRITING THIS!) I was panting like a dog on a hot summer day only a dog has enough sense not to stuff its ass into Kryptonite Spanx.


I felt like I was indeed going to pass out. I thought for sure it was going to require the jaws of life to get me out of this get-up. Y’all I was racing home, and by this time my bra started to conspire with the Spanx, and I felt like I was wrapped in the grip of a boa constrictor. I don’t know how I did it but honey, every time I was at a stoplight, I used my hands to fight with the clutches on my bra.  Finally, I got the bra off! It was almost as awkward as a young virgin removing a bra for the first time but hell it worked! I didn’t care WHO saw me, this was a matter of life and death. By the time I made it home I was sure the lower half of my body had lost circulation, but I managed to race up the stairs and into the house, kick off my shoes and peel the Spanx off, which had now morphed into a second skin on my body! BABYYYYYYY when those Spanx came off, I felt like my soul had been resurrected. But yall why did my dress zip up the back and no one was home, and I couldn’t get it off? So yall know what happened. I ripped that dress apart like I was some 90’s Chippendales dancer ripping a T-shirt! I collapsed on the bed and just breathed. DEEP FULL BREATHS!!!


As I was on the bed, I started plotting Raeshanda’s murder, but once my breath came back, so did my sanity.




I’m letting it all hang out!! I don’t care! I don’t care! Don’t tell me about any shapewear. Don’t even mention the words shape and wear in the same breath around me! I have serious flashbacks!! Until I lose weight or if I NEVER lose another pound, it’s just gonna be what it is!! You can hate it, you can like it, you can love it. I’m going back to the old fashion way of doing things – suck in my stomach for a picture and after it’s snapped, let it all roll out!!

I have lumps, bumps, and cellulite BUT I CAN BREATHE!!


Ladies I hope this story has made you laugh. If you have a Spanx/Shapewear nightmare please feel free to share below!

4 replies »

  1. I have never worn shapewear, and after hearing so many Spanx horror stories, (including Wanda Sykes’) I never will! 😂😂😭😭😂

  2. This was hilarious and horrifying and uplifting all at once. I have to be a middle-aged groomsmaid next year so shapewear is in my future. Ugh. I need to start working on my self-confidence and body-positivity so I can share your attitude and just let the lumps be.

  3. I have no clue why these things aren’t called what our grannies called them ~ girdles. They are just as oppressive and physically confining. Take a deep breath and let it out with pride. But thanks for the laugh — we have all been there.

  4. Thank you for the laughter of your pain, LOL I have never worn Spanx for those very reasons. I used to hear women complain about how painful they were but wore them anyway. Why?? Sorry I’m not into pain and I will just have to let it hang loose until I find the determination and energy to get rid of the extra pounds around the mid section that I put there enjoying my food…..

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