You make me wanna SQUEEM
Do you ever find yourself feeling jealous of Victorian Era women who, instead of hitting Spinning and Pilates just got themselves squezzed into a painful corset? Look no further than the Squeem. A modern day body shaper I learned about this weekend after my friend fainted from wearing one. My friend, let’s call her Anne, is notoriously lazy about going to the gym and was searching on the internet late night for a fast fix for her tummy. She claims her skinny legs are out of proportion with what she describes as a round middle. She ordered herself a “Squeem” from Brazil and as soon as it arrived she got herself into this rubber compression contraption and zipped up her tightest pair of skinny jeans. As the website claimed it reduced her waistline but let me just say that it was so tight that Anne was barely talking or moving around at the concert we were attending. Before I knew what was going on- THE GIRL PASSED OUT and she had to come clean about her undercover corset. Even though she’s my friend, there is just no way to feel pity- I could only hysterically laugh… swooning around like she’s a Bronte Sister instead of hitting up an abs class like the rest of us. I mean- who buys a product called a SQUEEM in the first place?