The words “models” and “lingerie” don’t usually belong in the same sentence as the words “my boyfriend.” That’s a no brainer. But I wouldn’t have minded if he’d had a shop like the UK department store, Debenham’s, to buy my Christmas girly-things. The store cleverly hired models of all sizes to stroll around the store to help men assess the right sizes for lingerie. (And, let’s be honest, tempt some men into the store in the first place.)
Bra sizes are static, of course, but I’ve owned different brands of panties spanning sizes from S to XL. So no wonder I opened up an early gift of lingerie—a black bra, garter belt, and panties—to discover my darling boyfriend misjudged the size of my giant ass. Seriously, these panties would have cut off blood supply to my vag.