In one, my Aunt was shopping at a big department store and asked the salesgirl where she could find the pansies. She was so used to shopping for her two young daughters—never for herself—that she had forgotten the proper word for panties. In the other, my own mother likes to remind me and my brothers that while she always dressed us impeccably, she went around with holes in her drawers.
I swore I would never forget myself so thoroughly when I became a mother.
Today, the only holes in my panties are the tiny spaces between the soft lace of my Hanky Panky boy shorts. They are the most comfortable, sexy underwear I’ve ever owned. My husband tells me I look like a pretty package in them, waiting to be opened. Wearing them is a daily reminder to treat myself as well as I treat my family. Being good to oneself should never go out of style.
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