The Spanx War

Bella stretched the elasticized material and shoved in her right leg. Then her left, much like her grandmother squeezed ground meat into casings during the high holidays.  She pulled and tugged and rearranged the bulges in the midsection of her body.  It’d be easier, she huffed, if she exercised and watched what she ate rather than fight the Spanx war, but the battle was not food related.  Age had brought on undesirable flabs.

She smoothed her dress, satisfied everything was held tightly in place.  Her eyes fixed on her neck.  No amount of Spanx could stretch or hide those lines.

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