You know the ones I’m talking about…
…those little panties, the lace ones–maybe even a thong–sitting way in the back of your underwear drawer. The ones that sneer at you like the snobby girls from high school whenever you open the drawer and laugh behind the other, cotton, full-coverage panties’ backs.
Yeah, those.
The ones you can remember how awesome and sexy you felt while wearing them. The ones you’re just dying to be reacquainted with–and I don’t mean using them as a dust cloth or a sling shot with your kids.
I used to rock those, but after two kids, well, I’m hanging with the full-coverage girls in the corner of the locker room. Here, in the weight loss category, I’ll document all things pertaining to weight and weight loss and my adventures in getting back into the little panties.
July 19th, 2010 at 8:59 am
Oh my … first, let me say I am just tickled that Fabuleslie put me on to your page. You are a riot!! (But then, you knew that already)
I laid in my bed last night thinking about all 8 pairs of my pretty panties that are much older than I am prepared to admit at present. My memories of their lacy, silky, thong -’y'?? goodness are still vivid and rich. Alas … the breadth of my posterior (and yes, I think I’ll blame my children for this) would rival the Grand Canyon – thus rendering all panties “thongs”