Unforgiving

I used to think the bikini was the most unforgiving garment a gal like me (with about 25 pounds to spare) could choose to put on her body. It's not. It's bike shorts. Oh. My. God. Now, I have seen plenty of bony-assed biker chicks running around in their padded lycra bike shorts and tight-fitting jerseys, and let me tell you, their bike shorts do not do what my bike shorts do. And my bike shorts are the best of the bunch of a dozen or so that I had the ever-so-humiliating experience of trying on. I will not embarass myself further by describing the details. Suffice it to say that it will be a looooong time before I trade in my thigh-length tee shirts for one of those colorful bike shirts.