Nothing makes me feel unsexier than trying on sexy panties.
Yet
there I was, in the try-on room at my local Victoria's Secret, trying
to shove my considerable bulk into saucy boyshorts, lacy panties, and
other fine-fabriced instruments of torture. And man was I frustrated.
Whoever had tols me that boyshorts were flattering did not have thunder thighs.
In three days' time, I was scheduled to pose for an Intimate Portrait by artist Dorian Vallejo.
I wasn't sure that — when it came down to it — I would be able to show
my poo-cha-cha to a complete stranger, so here I was. My collection of
cotton granny panties obviously wasn't gonna cut it.
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