Week 19 A: Going Commando

I don’t know about you, but underwear always seems so binding. And if you’re wearing a dress that’s just a little clingy, you see lines and maybe a little bit of the love handles. Well, I decided to stop wearing underwear for my 50 Weeks to 50 journey. Bras are still okay, I need to lift my aging lovely pair. But no more panties.

Think about it. It will save me a fortune from wanting to take advantage of all those Victoria’s Secret panty sales - 7 for $26 is going on right now. And for some reason it takes me longer to decide on what panty to wear for occasions than my outfit. Not that anyone else is going to see them (well, maybe sometimes). But for instance, when my kids are playing a ball game, I admit that I wear school colored undies -- I think it will bring them good luck. So, I go out and buy all the blue colored cotton ones, some with polka dots, some with graphics, some that say “LOVE” on the behind. I have found that the plain blue ones provide the best winning percentage.

But I want to get away from being too superstitious. Partially why I am getting rid of the undies. They stress me out.

So far it’s been quite liberating. I feel so free and unrestrained. And so fresh, and airy. It’s spring all over. I think my personality has even changed, I feel so much more relaxed. Maybe if people stopped wearing undies, everyone would get along so much better. Shall we suggest this to Obama and Putin? It does seem so hippish 1960s and 1970s, but they knew what they were doing with that peace, love movement. No undies equals exhilaration!