White dress pants are the bane of my existence

I love white dress pants. There's just something so white about them, so clean and sharp and pretty, plus they make whatever you're wearing on top pop.

The problem? They show absolutely everything under them. Pantylines. Cellulite. Everything. The girls who think wearing a thong will solve the problem are just kidding themselves. I see thongs showing through white dress pants all the time, too.

Every year I'm on a quest for a white dress pant that doesn't show all that stuff. And you know what I've finally figured out? I just have to wear Spanx under them. I bought a pair at Nordstrom the other day that I really like, but once again with the pantylines and pockets showing through. They were lined, and it's not like lining can resolve the problem on white for some reason.

So I bought those Spanx that don't have feet, and today I wedged myself into those. Then I put on my fancy pants. Voila! No VPL. No cellulite. No air flow, either, and I felt like I was trapped in a net surrounded by fancy pants, but whatever. It's the price I was willing to pay for being able to wear them!

And when I got home? The hems were dirty.

Lovely.

Maybe my love of white dress pants is a little like loving pumps with six inch heels? Pretty, but not really made to be worn.

By the way, remember my bravecrazy post where I showed my actual weight (as opposed to, say, a driver's license weight that we all know is false)? Well, I'm happy to report that I am down to 151.2 as of this morning. The day after I posted that picture my scale broke. Can you believe that? What are the odds?! Anyhoodle, I hauled myself down to Costco and bought the Conair Weight Watchers scale that actually measures you in tenths of a pound. I love it. Seriously, I recommend it for anyone looking for a new scale.

So that's my update. I will have to take a picture because of my cute new pedicure with flashy red toes. Gotta get my money's worth!