The last time I wore pants I was crucified, and rightly so. I looked shocking and it put me off trying pants ever again. BUT here is the deal, I need pants. It is winter in Australia, I am freezing cold, and I am sick of shoving my fat thighs into tights which only gives me a massive muffin top and then pulling the tights up every few minutes so the crotch isn’t at my knees. Can you tell this has been bugging me a little?  Continue Reading