Ed’s letter
The other day I’m running into a store for something random and I spot tummytuck underwear. Now I’m no stranger to sculpting underwear, but I’m used to the proper ones that look like postage stamps and when you step in them, they expand from above your knees to under your bra to hide all the bulges. This tummy-tuck one looked slightly more comfortable and I decided to give it a try. The lovely cashier held it up, looked and me and before she could say anything, I said, “Yes, I know. I have this tummy. I’m going to try this.” “Yes,” she agrees, “it may work.” She also has a tummy, she says as she stands up to show me, and together we try to figure out the size she will need. “You know,” she sighs. “I just want to look like Connie Ferguson. I love her look in The Queen. Have you seen it?” “Of course!” I say. And we go on to speculate if Connie will ever need tuck-in underwear. This issue is full of beautiful stars and stories. And I assure you, a lot is hidden!