So I’m sat here folding my underwear and feeling quite self conscious about the size of it. I’m reminded of the scene in Shallow Hal where Gwyneth Paltrow throws her underwear to Jack Black and he’s incredulous at how large they are.

And I’m so angry! Jack Black was no slim guy who took actual care of himself in that film, yet that doesn’t get any mention! No, it’s all about the size of the women. Just more double standards.

So I’m going to fold my underwear and instead focus on how I think they’re pretty and an added bonus they don’t set off my pain! (I have fibromyalgia)