I have a love/hate relationship with control underwear. Well, actually, it's mostly hate. For a start, I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time in the loo when I'm trussed up in them.
Jeans and I have long had a difficult relationship, dating back to puberty, when my body first sprouted curves that just wouldn't fit into the Levi 501s that everyone else was wearing.
I don't bother with High Street shops such as French Connection, Top Shop and Oasis as I know nothing will pull up past my knees. This doesn't really surprise me given that the fashion industry is, in general, run by people who seem to find anything over a size six abhorrent.
