During this trip, I bought two 3-packs of a popular brand of underwear, in the same brand, style and size as I was actually wearing at the time. What could possibly go wrong?
When I returned home a couple of days later, I ran them through the wash.
Even though I didn’t do anything differently than I did with the underwear purchased previously, when I tried on my new skivvies, I had to look at the packaging again to make sure I didn’t accidentally buy boy’s size medium. My legs were choking from the lack of circulation… And my waistline… well…
It is true that as I got older, my weight did see slight fluctuations, but definitely not enough to graduate to the next size up in undergarments.
I also admit that it only takes one salty meal to have me retaining water like a sponge. But then again, not to the point of going beyond the allowable stretchiness of a poly-cotton blend.
Unless I could suddenly lose something like 40% of my body weight, there was no way I could make use of these new undies.
My emotions ran from sadness to irritation (and not just from the underwear that was chafing as I breathed). Continue reading