Catsuits require a certain amount of bravery and mental preparation as a prerequisite. You can't really just buy the thing and put it on, you have to decide when you're in the right mind set to wear one, when you feel you can take on the challenge. Because as much as they are liberatingly comfortable, they're also equally terrifying. There really is nowhere to hide to them, no disguising all those parts of your body that you wish were different.
But I had such a positive experience wearing my Galaxy Catsuit that I caved and bought another, this time in flattering matt black. Wearing something as skin tight as this really does help me acknowledge my shape. I don't wear it to show off, I wear it as an act of defiance against my low self esteem. As women, our imaginations can be our worst enemies so that when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we're so busy picking out the parts we'd like to change to actually look at ourselves. So sometimes having nowhere to hide in an outfit is a good thing, because - really - why should we be hiding?