I really want the results above. I want to step into a fantasy world and be instantly drop three dress sizes. I'm sure this is the sentiment of me and a million other women. The above pictures are images I found of the Body Magic at work. They had me hyped about the possibilities. I was ready to be amazed. I hit up the friend who brought me in and had her measure me. I logged on, ordered my Body Magic and then waited. Four days later, it arrived. I was excited. I closed my door, opened the package and then...nothing. As excited as I was, the thing kinda scared me! It looks nice, sexy even, but it intimidated me. All of the stories (like the one from a friend to the South about needing an hour and a bottle of water?! Or this news article from a Virginia writer) were swirling in my head. I was psyching myself out of putting it on. I opened the package. I felt the fabric. But I couldn't put it on. A week passed and every time I walked into my closet, I saw the smiling faces on the package, encouraging me with promises of an hourglass figure. I recalled the meetings and all of the distributors with impossibly small waists and rounded lady lumps. I got lost in my head in my own delusions of how much finer I would be with that things on, but still I couldn't bring myself to stretch the fabric over my body. It took a new outfit that I thought could fit a little better around the mid-section (it was the last one and it was only $12!) to convince me. I prepared myself first though. I closed my eyes and saw me sashaying to what would be my new theme (cue: Brick House "Owww!"). I was ready. I took the Body Magic back out of the package, and I tried to try it on. Then, I cried. I cried because you really do need someone (or someBODIES) to help you into the thing. It stopped at my knees. MY KNEES! I am sure that with the appropriate tugging, pulling, rolling around, inching, cussing and praying it will fit, but the prospect of all the above is a HUGE deterrent. Add to my natural aversion to all things that constrict and, Houston, we have a problem. I really do want it to work. I want to slip it on and instantly drop three dress sizes. I want to be caught up in the magic of it all. I promise, I'll give it a go. I'll get into the dang blasted thing (Getting out of it? I'm not so sure about.). No, I will conquer my doubts, my fears, my girdle aversion. I will wear you Body Magic...just not today.
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