CHAPTER ONE
A BILLION-DOLLAR IDEA
Sara Blakely never set out to revolutionize and revive a dying industry, create a new category of clothing, or become a billionaire at age forty-one. As she has told it, all she wanted was to make a good impression at a party.
Standing by her closet door, Sara looked down at the invitation in her hand. For the young, single twenty-seven-year-old, still new to the big city, an invitation to a big social event in a swanky rooftop bar would have been a huge deal. Like many other recent transplants to Atlanta, Georgia, in 1998, Sara had moved there for work. A few months after relocating, she would have met and interacted with many of her coworkers in the offices of Danka, a national business machinery company.
Sara spent several days each week outside of Atlanta, visiting small cities and towns like the one where sheâd grown up and been offered her first real job out of college. There at the Danka headquarters, in her cozy beach hometown of Clearwater, Florida, she had started selling fax machines door-to-door. But it didnât take long for her work ethic and sales results to attract the attention of management. A fast learner and skilled salesperson, she was soon called upon to guide and help others in her department. And when it became clear that Sara was also a skilled instructor, Danka offered her a promotionâout of sales and into the training department at the regional office in Georgia. Now she spent her time teaching other salespeople throughout the country how to get a foot in the door, connect with potential customers, and close the deal.
Naturally outgoing and charismatic, Sara normally had no problem making friends. The invitation to this social gathering created a high-stakes opportunity for Sara. And it had to be more energizing than drinking office coffee while discussing sales strategies for office equipment.
Like everyone preparing to meet new people, Sara knew first impressions matter a great deal. Of course, when she walked into the room, it was important to look her best: professional, put-together, appropriate. The clothes she chose needed to meet those criteria. But it was even more crucial to look confident and relaxed. To appear confident and relaxed, she needed an outfit that would enable her to feel confident and relaxed. And, honestly, was that too much to ask?
That Moment in Front of the Closet
Sara has described in dozens of interviews that moment in front of her closet. And, according to her, the answer to that question was a resounding yesâit was too much to ask. Over and over, her eyes kept being drawn to a pair of brand-new white pants that would match perfectly with the light summer blouse and strappy sandals that she had in mind for the party. But the pants, which had looked amazing on the hanger and beautiful in the dressing room mirror, had yet to be worn out of the house. In fact, theyâd hung there in the closet for eight months with the tags still on. For one thing, she said that seeing the trousers was a reminder that sheâd paid too much for themânearly $100ânot to wear them. According to Sara, her attention immediately went to every imperfection, making her feel insecure and unsure of herself. So, every time, she ended up taking them off, hanging them back up, and changing into something else before leaving the house.
Picturing Sara in 1998, at just twenty-seven, she was pretty, slender, and petite. Her long blonde hair, white teeth, and casual vibe made her look like sheâd grown up on the beachâwhich in fact she had. In her hometown of Clearwater Beach, Florida, Sara said she grew up where everyone wore shorts, flip-flops, and swimsuitsâfor eleven months out of the year. The professional attire that businesswomen wore in Atlanta was much more structured, formal, and expensive. âHigh fashion and design were foreign to me,â Sara said of her life before Atlanta.
Everything moved faster in Atlanta, too (aside from the traffic). People walked fast. Serious people in serious clothing strode purposefully to do serious work for serious employers. The men tended to wear dark-colored suits, ties, and shiny dress shoes. Even on Casual Fridays, they all wore a uniform of sorts, of khaki trousers and golf shirts. But the womenâs attire really stood out. Many of them seemed to put a lot of effort into looking effortlessly fabulous. In downtown Atlanta, âI noticed everyone dressed up,â Sara said, âwhether they were working in offices or . . . shopping or having lunch with their friends.â On the street, she noticed, âAll of the women looked so cute, wearing pretty colorful dresses or little capri pants and high heels.â She said she wanted to look like she fit inâthus the white pants. And they didnât just look great on the hanger; every time she put them on, they fit her perfectly. They fit the bill for âeffortlessly fabulousââin every way but the one that counted.1
The problem with the pantsâin a nutshellâwas the rear view. Sara believed they looked amazing everywhere except on her rear. The issue was that she could not figure out what to wear under them. Regular underwear definitely didnât workâthe panty lines were lumpy and clearly visible. They drew attention to her backside for all the wrong reasons. She even tried the pants on over a thong a couple times, but she didnât like how they felt. Plus, thong underwear solved only the VPLâvisible panty lineâproblem; they didnât help at all with her other issues. âI was terribly frustrated by not having the right undergarment available,â she said, âso I could wear those pants with comfort and confidence.â
Only a size two at the time, Sara was both tiny and physically fit. Yet she couldnât help noticing what she described as âsome cellulite on the back of my thighs that you could see through the pants.â2 The curve-hugging trousers, both white and thin, made every bump and ripple stand out. That was not confidence-building.
With the party only weeks away, she stood paralyzed in front of her closet. For the anticipated warm summer evening, sheâd already settled on a beautiful blouse and her favorite pair of high-heeled sandals. As she considered the bottom half of the outfit, her thoughts kept going back to the white pants. A good mix of businesslike and fashionable, they would project self-confidence and style.
The Shapewear Problem
Sara finally made a decision. This time, she was not going to put the trousers back on the hanger and try to find something else. She was going to wear the damn pants. This called for an undergarment expert.
Taking the pants with her, Sara started visiting local department stores. At each store, after weaving her way through racks to the beige back corner, she explained her problem to a lingerie salesperson. She soon learned that the solution was âshapewear,â which sheâd never even heard of. But the clerk eagerly pulled several items off the shapewear rack, plopped the stack into her arms, and guided her to the dressing room. Willing to try anything, Sara gamely tried them on.
âWhen I put on the leggings they suggested, they were so thick,â she noted. Plus, she said they âprovided more control than I actually needed, which made them extremely uncomfortable.â Instead of creating a smooth look under the pants, these undergarments actually created more lumps. Wherever the elastic components had been stitched together, the seams showed clearly through the pants. And even the smoothest underpants dug into her skin at the waist and along their bottom edge, creating ugly âdentsâ with bulges above and below.
Every item she tried on made her feel like she was wearing running gear that didnât fit right. Like a bad sports bra, the available shapewear tended to smoosh rather than smooth.
âThose leggings werenât solving my issue. If anything, it made things worse,â Sara said.3
And she knew right away that she could forget about feeling comfortable in any of them. Every item she tried on made her feel like she was wearing running gear that didnât fit right.4 Like a bad sports bra, the available shapewear tended to smoosh rather than smooth.
Sara left every store empty-handed. Everything she had found was uncomfortable and totally inadequate. Then it suddenly occurred to her: pantyhose might be a great solution. She knew from experience that a good pair of control-tops would certainly smooth and shape her thighs and rear. And because she could wear them as her only undergarments, sheâd have no VPLs.
Back at home, she tried on the whole outfit with pantyhose under the pants, and she was right. She felt and looked amazingâuntil she looked at her feet. With the hosiery seam obvious on her toes and peeking out of the sandals, she looked like somebodyâs grandma.
Back at home, she tried on the whole outfit with pantyhose under the pants, and she was right. She felt and looked amazingâuntil she looked at her feet. With the hosiery seam obvious on her toes and peeking out of the sandals, she looked like somebodyâs grandma.
Like most working women in the late 1990s, Sara was familiar with the shortcomings of pantyhose. After all, women at the time were expected to wear pantyhose all day, every day. Many employers spelled out the pantyhose requirement in office dress codes. Women in the southern United States dealt with the heat, itchiness, and overall discomfort of pantyhose at least seven months of the year. For Sara, the only loophole she discovered for skipping pantyhose was when she wore trousers. Only then could she wear sandals without a pantyhose seam.
The day of the party inevitably arrived. Out of other ideas by this point, Sara did the only thing she could think of. She cut the feet off her control-top pantyhose, enabling her to wear what was left of them out of sight under the long pants. And it worked! She felt completely confident and comfortable in the pants. âI looked fabulous, I felt great, I had no panty lines, I looked thinner and smoother,â she later said. âI remember thinking, âThis should exist for women.ââ5
She had no way of knowing that she had just come up with an idea that would change the world, one bottom at a time, and in a few years, make her Americaâs youngest female self-made billionaire.6
LESSON WE CAN LEARN FROM THE SPANX STORY: DONâT OVERLOOK YOUR OPPORTUNITY
What common problem, obstacle, or annoyance in your daily life can lead you to a breakthrough idea? What are you stepping over that you could or should be turning into a stepping-stone for your success? Open your eyes and look for your opportunity.