Self Love and Chub Rub*

Welcome perverts of the internet**! This post is not about what you think it's about.

What it is about is this: I would find it infinitely easier to love my body if I didn't have to worry about my inner thighs catching on fire/fusing together/chafing to hamburger*** now that pantyhose-free season is here. Ouch.

* I totally couldn't resist the title of this post. It came to me as if from heaven. Who am I to squelch inspiration from on high? Or for that matter, from below?

** You know who you are. Nice to see you again.

*** Mmmm....hamburger. Welcome to the opening weekend of grill season! whoo hoo!

Comments

Anonymous said…

Well helloOOOO Talcum powder! :

9:20 PM

Queen Geek said…

I'm right there with ya! Eesh.

10:50 PM

Anonymous said…

Champion makes a lovely seamless short that is available at target in the socks and underwear section that is basically bike shorts, but without the padding. They're non-binding. I wear them underneath almost everything in summertime for that very reason. Take it under advisement.

10:52 PM

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