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Control Top Underpants Samantha Murray I am well aware that I am fat. I am reminded when I go into a restaurant, and ask for the dessert menu at the end of the meal, and the waiter wordlessly raises his eyebrows. I am reminded when I go to a gynaecologist and see, even from my vantage point, that he presses hard on his pad, writing down OBESE in capital letters, underlining it angrily three times with his gold fountain pen. I am reminded when I go swimming at the beach, and I overhear a mother telling her slightly chubby pre-teen daughter, who is pleading for an ice cream, ‘You don’t want to end up looking like that do you?’ And I am reminded when I need something as simple as a pair of underpants. The fat people’s section of the lingerie department is always tucked away behind the alluring lacy bras and knickers resembling dental floss, secreted away in a little shame corner defined by full briefs, sensible cottons and acres of white and beige. The tags on the drab matronly bras and pants don’t echo the playful sexiness promised by the ‘standard’ sized lingerie. Especially when it comes to the http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Somatechnics Edinburgh University Press

Control Top Underpants

Murray, Samantha
Somatechnics , Volume 2 (1): 38 – Mar 1, 2012
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Edinburgh University Press
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Articles; Film, Media and Cultural Studies
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2044-0138
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2044-0146
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10.3366/soma.2012.0037
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Samantha Murray I am well aware that I am fat. I am reminded when I go into a restaurant, and ask for the dessert menu at the end of the meal, and the waiter wordlessly raises his eyebrows. I am reminded when I go to a gynaecologist and see, even from my vantage point, that he presses hard on his pad, writing down OBESE in capital letters, underlining it angrily three times with his gold fountain pen. I am reminded when I go swimming at the beach, and I overhear a mother telling her slightly chubby pre-teen daughter, who is pleading for an ice cream, ‘You don’t want to end up looking like that do you?’ And I am reminded when I need something as simple as a pair of underpants. The fat people’s section of the lingerie department is always tucked away behind the alluring lacy bras and knickers resembling dental floss, secreted away in a little shame corner defined by full briefs, sensible cottons and acres of white and beige. The tags on the drab matronly bras and pants don’t echo the playful sexiness promised by the ‘standard’ sized lingerie. Especially when it comes to the

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Published: Mar 1, 2012

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