For the first eleven or twelve years of my life, I wasn’t very concerned with what I put on. This would come as a shock to most people that know me now as the shopaholic who makes sure she looks good on her way to drop off the dvd at the movie store. Seriously, I have an outfit, a cute outfit, for anything. For the past twenty-one years of my life, I have been wholly unconcerned with what I put on under those clothes, even as I obsessed over every piece the public could see. I’m talking about my lingerie, those sometimes forgotten but always present pieces.
I’m a big advocate for comfort. When my girl friends succumbed to thongs with their jeans during that whole craze, I just lifted my eyebrows. A pair of bikinis would work just fine for me. I carried that attitude with me to college. Really if someone actually got my pants off then they were probably more concerned with other things than what style of underwear I was wearing. That’s not to say I was wearing raggedy old granny panties out to college parties but I wasn’t splurging on what I saw during Victoria’s Secret’s annual runway show. But a latent interest in lingerie has recently woken itself up and has me considering my drawer full of boyshorts and bikinis (with an ocassional exciting pair thrown in, I’m not totally boring). I almost forgot about my functional bras with the most exciting being my favorite Calvin Klein front clasp black push-up. That’s about as fancy as I get in that department. And let’s not talk about matching.
I considered my lingerie the other day when I paired one of my black push-up pairs with what can basically be described as Victoria Secret Pink’s version of granny panties, only cuter. During my last relationship, I never felt he was really concerned with what I was wearing when he got my clothes off. We did go lingerie shopping together but he had a whole lot of fun picking out cute cotton bikinis and boyshorts that I was perfectly comfortable with. The bras were never even mentioned because of their insignificance in the whole bedroom scheme. But now I’m considering those silky, sexy pieces that I never thought of before.
I’m not doing it thinking that when I get with some guy the first thing I want him to see is a matching set. It’s for me; I want to know I have cute underthings on because I know that when I do, I’ll feel even more sexy and confident. I want to go from utilitarian to fun and flirty; it’s even more exciting because it’s somewhere most people don’t even get to see. The best changes you make are ones you make for a better you and this is what updating my lingerie collection will do for me. Now I wish I could buy the beautiful pale pink demi bra I saw at Bendel’s for $90 but that will just have to wait for another, richer, day.
