Big knickers part 2

As promised: part two of the big knickers saga...


I decided I still needed a pair of big knickers to suck & tuck in some of the wobbly bit around my bell and maybe even give me back a waist.

So on-line I go and buy a pair of pants that promise to make me look 10 lbs lights. I was sold at it will hide your muffin tops.


I got them after two weeks of waiting for them to come from - I have no idea. Anyway they looked tiny. I had a number of thoughts:

1. I will not get them past my thighs 
2. These were made for size 10's and they have been miss labelled
3. I will need a crowbar to get my fat ass squished into these

However, I decided it would be worth the struggle. I was surprised that they were very very stretchy and I was able to get both my thighs in as well as my ass. I did not really make me look like I had lost 10 lbs or give me back a waist.

It kind of smoothed out my belly making it look rounder. Oh well the decision was made I had a big day the next day and I wanted to wear a lovely wee read dress that I have and I did not want to have my belly walking into the room before my. So I wore my new fancy big knickers and I was so happy and they felt comfy.

Until I was eating. Then the issues started. 

I drink a lot of water and I had a nice dinner - half way through dinner I felt like all my internal organs were being suffocated and the food and water that I had consumed were sitting in the area just above my super new pants. 

I went to the bathroom to see if I could relieve the pain, this did not seem to help. By the time I got home I whipped off the now 'killing me softly knickers' and lay on the floor for 30 minutes as my organs rearranged themselves.

I survived the 'killing me softly knickers' -just- and I was about to through them out my partner said 

"You only wore them once, could you not sell them on Ebay saying 'knickers only used once. In nearly new condition'.

I choose not to reply and just rolled my eyes, as I am sure there are other websites that are more interested in used pants... but I am not going there.

Follow -Up: Hot chocolates - none. I was so upset about my new pants that I decided the only way to get rid of my tummy is to try and stop having hot chocolates (so I am very sad and a wee bit grumpy). Still doing my course on Photography and Social Media, a bit over whelmed but I am hanging in there trying to figure out how to do a selfie....without me in it...

When your pants try and kill you it is time to buy new ones!