I am wearing my Tuesday underwear tonight, post-shower and in my pjs.
I have discovered that my days-of-the-week underwear are something to the effect of ‘my power underwear’.
It isn’t that they are actually my power underwear, but that they carry a similar space and experience as power underwear might carry.
(My true power panties are actually some of my other style that I typically would wear for being out in the world… and they even kind of rotate around every so often, which ones are the true power ones that fill me with confidence as a woman…)
When I wear the days-of-the-week panties, I am excited and delighted; I have fun as child does; I am released of the big stresses in my life, and reminded instead of the little things that really matter most; I get to laugh inwardly at memories I have from them; and I get to enjoy the fact that I typically wear them not on their listed days, and sometimes intentionally so… basically, I feel good in them.
But they also aren’t underwear that I would wear out in public, typically.
Not that we wear any underwear out while in public, but that I wear them while I am out in public… anyway…
They are more so underwear for myself and for me time… my public underwear are all silky smooth, the no-show and seamless kind… these guys are usually for when it won’t matter about panty lines, because I won’t be around anybody else, and so they don’t matter… and I get to enjoy my days of the week all to myself.
So, yeah… they make me feel like a kid and they heal my adult heart ever so slightly whenever I wear them. 🙂
Good thing I have on Tuesday tonight – I’ve been needing some love and healing, now that I’m back home, in the midst of whatever this all is right now.