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“I had to get fully undressed to go to the loo.”
“To get it on, I had to dust myself with talc.”
“Going to dinner parties, one knows how much to eat before it becomes uncomfortable.”
“Thank you M&S for making me look so much better (when dressed)!”
Oh dear gawd…
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It was one of the earliest scientific concepts we explained to our kids. Proud was the Daddy whose two pre-school children chorussed ‘Displacement!’ when asked why the bath water level rose when he got in.
Which is why I harbour a deep suspicion of what the nation’s favourite department store likes to call ‘shapewear’.
I mean, all that flesh, it has to go SOMEWHERE, doesn’t it?
Cinched waists without rib removal surgery? How marvellous.
But I can’t help wondering whether displaced lumps of excess flesh might start protruding elsewhere.
Urgh.
In other news: Grazia announces that ‘Foot-binding is back AND SEXY!’.
