Underpants

This blog will not be for the easily embarassed or for those who don't like the word "panties."  This blog is especially not for my BROTHER as it will contain too much information that you never needed to know.

So the current issue burning in my mind is Underpants.  Why, you may ask.  Why are you thinking so much about underwear?

Well I have recently been struggling--more like battling--to keep the poor pants UP.  They are constantly rolling underneath my pouch (my "pouch" is what I affectionately call the flab of fat at the very bottom of my torso; much like where a kangaroo would carry her joey).  It drives me NUTS!  I can't stand to have it all bunched up beneath my pouch. 

Now I am just wondering, AM I THE ONLY ONE?!  Is there something wrong with me or something wrong with them?  Here are the possible scenarios I have run through, but need more input to know if the underwear roll is a real problem or not.

Scenario #1:  Are they too old? 
Just had one too many wears and washes and the elastic isn't what it used to be?

Scenario #2:  Am I too big for the size I have?  
Maybe there is just too much me for the tiny roos to handle?

Scenario #3:  Are they too big? 
Is it possible I have lost enough that it's time to go down a size?

Scenario #4: Are you struggling with rebelling panties too but didn't want to openly talk about it?
....yeah....me neither.

I don't know which of these scenarios may be the case because quite frankly I refuse to go out and buy a new pack of underwear.  I refuse for the following reasons:  my underwear are not holey and do the job they are assigned to; what if I am too fat for the ones I have and bring home a pack of something too small?  FAIL; what if I get a hold of a pack that is just as bad if not WORSE than the ones I already own? DOUBLE FAIL.   

Underthings can be your best friend and make you feel good or they can go awry and make your life miserable.

Are your unders a friend or a frenemy?