I've never been to a class reunion either - the trauma from the girdle I didn't need in the eighth grade was enough. We had a 'dressup' day at school. Everyone was expected to dress nice that day. My mom got me up and handed me a girdle. Now mind you I probably weighed about 85 or 90 lbs if that soaking wet. The girdle looked to me about 5 inches each direction way too small. Then there were the garters to hold up the stockings. Ok so I got it all on - no big deal. I sat through the first class in agony. The second class, Mrs. Davis for English. She never liked me. She was atheist I was a PK. I made it half way through the class and my breakfast which had been churning for hours made it's way on to the desk. Class dismissed. I hate girdles.