?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

About your underpants . . .

I was all set to put up a downsizing/empty nest sort of post today. About how much easier it becomes to let things go once you, y'know, start letting things go. Like most things, it's about making a start, and just a wee start is all that's needed to get a little momentum going.

But then I was folding the laundry, and I got all happy and excited about the five new pairs of underpants I was folding for myself. And I just knew I had to talk about underwear in today's post instead.

See, once upon a time, I gave little to no thought to my undergarments. As long as I had them, I was good. Who cared what they looked like or what shape they were in? Did it matter if they were granny panties, since nobody but me ever saw them? Did it matter that they bagged under my bottom like a sad, fabric flat tire? I dealt with the discomfort of undergarments that didn't really fit well and figured it didn't matter. After all, I was a middle-aged mom with teenaged girls, and new clothes (and cute panties) were for the kids, right?

I mean, I put on clean ones every day, but they were all greige and droopy, to a pair. Unlike some people, I did not learn to put clean ones on "in case I was in an accident" so that the hospital wouldn't judge me; my mother was more of the "go play in traffic" sort (an actual quote - you can ask her, my brother, and/or some of my cousins), not a "what condition is your underwear in in case you get injured?" sort. But I digress.

I thought it didn't matter, because, as I said earlier, nobody else really saw me in them. I am willing to bet that applies to a number of my female and most of my male readers. The thing is, I saw me in them. When I got dressed in the morning and when I changed into PJs in the evening. And, most tragically, in those bright-lit dressing rooms, with surround-view mirrors. How can you deserve new jeans or capris or a skirt if you've got nondescript-save-for-being-baggy underpants swinging around?

So nearly three years ago, I decided I was worth at least a couple new pairs of panties. Nothing va-va-voomish, but at least clean, pretty ones that fit properly. And guess what? They made me feel much better about myself during the days I had them on. Even though nobody else was seeing them, I knew I had them on, and I felt good about them, and about myself. Good enough that I bought some more, including a few that were (dare I say it?) lacy. And I felt good in those, too, and a bit more confident throughout the day. Not because I knew I had good underpants on in case I landed in the ER, but because I knew I had done something small just for myself. I valued myself enough to buy new underpants, and it gave me a real boost.

These days, it is nice to have a sweetheart who admires my body, in and out of underwear, but that's not why I bought the new ones. I bought them because I deserve to have nice, pretty, comfortable panties that fit well.

And so do you.

This entire post goes for bras, too, and even moreso because they affect how your boobs sit vis-a-vis your body, and can totally change how your body looks and how your clothes fit, but I will spare you a brassiere post. At least for now. But I got new bras, eventually, too. Still, it started with panties. Turns out I wrote a post about starting small and gaining momentum after all.



Site Meter

Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
angeladegroot
Feb. 19th, 2014 01:43 am (UTC)
I see London, I see France, I see Kelly's underpants. In this post, that is. And you are right, we should treat ourselves to new undies even if nobody else sees them.
kellyrfineman
Feb. 20th, 2014 12:57 am (UTC)
It really is a good thing to do.
lorrainemt
Feb. 19th, 2014 03:09 am (UTC)
Ah Kelly, I so love this post! Yes, I did exactly the same thing...wore serviceable but boring white cotton panties until one day my daughter gave me a few that she had gotten from Victoria's secret that didn't fit her. Va va voom! They certainly did change how I felt. And it makes my sweetie so happy too. Who knew? :-D
kellyrfineman
Feb. 20th, 2014 12:58 am (UTC)
It really is the small things, isn't it? And while making our sweethearts happy is an extra bonus, the important part is how much better we feel about ourselves!
(Deleted comment)
kellyrfineman
Feb. 20th, 2014 01:01 am (UTC)
What struck me as especially funny about your choice of phrasing was how poetic "greige, rump-sprung lingerie" sounds. Like something Gerard Manley Hopkins might have written, if he weren't a man of the cloth, and if he'd written about women's knickers. (He's quite famous for "Pied Beauty" and "The Windhover", both of which I've featured on my blog in the past.)
MotherReader
Feb. 19th, 2014 02:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks for that
I needed the smile - and apparently, new underwear!
kellyrfineman
Feb. 20th, 2014 01:01 am (UTC)
Re: Thanks for that
New underwear can't be overrated.

And thanks, Pam!
( 8 comments — Leave a comment )

Latest Month

November 2017
S M T W T F S
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
2627282930  

Tags

Powered by LiveJournal.com