Let me start by saying this bodysuit is NOT for the faint-hearted. The first time I wrestled into it, I swear I burned more calories than a Zumba class. But once you conquer the 'getting dressed' Olympic event, magic happens.

The tummy control is next-level - like having an invisible personal trainer gently reminding you to stand up straight all day. I wore it under a slinky satin dress for a wedding and actually ate dinner without unbuttoning anything (miracle!). The built-in bra surprised me - my 36DD girls felt lifted but not squashed like overripe tomatoes in a grocery bag.

Now the real talk: The thigh area? Let's just say if you're pear-shaped like me, you'll develop a new appreciation for yoga pants afterward. And that crotch clasp situation? Trying to fasten it blind is like solving a Rubik's cube behind your back - I finally gave up and now just treat it as expensive shapewear shorts.

Washing tip: Cold water only unless you want your $50 investment to turn into a lace doily. After three months of weekly wear (and many battles), mine still looks decent though one underwire has started making escape plans.

Final verdict? Worth the struggle for special occasions when you want to look photoshopped IRL. Just maybe keep Spanx on standby for lazy Sundays.