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"Melissa" remembers...
When I was a young girl, I remember watching both my older sister and
mother getting into and out of their girdles. Not really appreciating
the nature of the apparel and exactly why anyone would want to wear one,
I remember giggling as they struggled.
On many occasions, after finishing with her bath, my mother would be
in her room getting dressed.
If I joined her in the master bedroom or was within her range of vision,
she would occasionally call to me and ask me to go into one of her dresser
drawers and bring her girdle to her while she was seated on the edge of
the bed.
When it came time for her to put the girdle on, I would usually start
to act silly. By the time it was properly in place, my mother sometimes
would appear to be somewhat out of breath after the mild struggle. I have
a distinct recollection of being asked a question by her once during my
time of amusement. She looked at me warmly and said, "Missy, tell
me why you always seem to find this part funny when I'm getting all dressed
up."
"Mom, it just looks like you won't be able to pull it all the way
up, that's all. Is it too small for you?" I asked innocently.
"No, it's the right size, sweetheart. Girdles are supposed to be
tight for a reason," she added.
"Why?"
"They are supposed to hold in a woman's tummy and fanny and make
her look thinner than she really is. You could say that they allow ladies
to cheat just a little. Cheating in school is wrong, but this is a different
kind of cheating. Do you understand what I mean?" She flashed that
trademark smile of hers knowing that I knew just what she meant.
(1996)
Top to bottom: Sarong, 1950s; Kayser, 1964; Kayser, 1960s; Ragno (Italy)
probably 1960s; maker unknown (Dutch) probably 1950s; unidentified manufacturer,
1990s.
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