What's the color of your favorite underwear? Is it black, red, purple, blue or abstract?
I was at the mall to buy myself some lingerie yesterday. In my 31 years of existence in this planet, it's the section that I never skip if I want to be entertained. And who wouldn't be? It's like going to the candy store with lots of choices to choose from. Women could choose from the different colors that catches their fancy and suit their discriminating taste.It ranges from the quintessential classic black, fiery red, sweet pink, virginal white, and yes my favorite colors, mystic blue and regal purple.
I was amused as I hold a red thong in my hands. I looked at it with suspicion. Who would wear this? I mused to myself as I scrutinized the flimsy looking. tiny red thong against the light. The sales lady looked at me as if I was a half-crazed woman trying to figure out whether it's something edible or not. It looked like a foreign object to me. I know for sure some women finds it sexy to wear thongs. I, on the other hand is not as adventurous when it comes to it. With bras, yes. I love the wild side of bras. I would probably enlist myself to any lingerie company to try out the latest in bra technology.But with thongs, it's a different story.
As long as I haven't tried it, I wouldn't say no. So for those who doubt the veracity of my statement,for your information, I have tried wearing one before. But yes sweetheart, it felt like there was a worm stuck somewhere.
I know you're laughing but yes, it's true. That was the first and the last time I'm going to wear one.If I would be made to choose between a thong and an invinsible panty a.k.a nothing. I'll be faster than the lightning to say that I'll choose to wear nothing at all. At least it's comfortable and airy. Sorry but I won't sacrifice comfort for fashion. If they could create a thong that doesn't feel like some worm is having a fantastic time exploring my buns, then I'll be glad to buy a dozen and wear them day in and day out. I'll even buy the most outrageous design and try it.
For the meantime, thongs aren't just my thing. Period.
I left the poor red thong to ponder on whose butt she's going to explore in the near future. As I moved on to the next rack, my attention was caught by some dazzling colored underwear. Panties that were embellished with some sort of sequins. There were red and black ones. I began to wonder. Are they really serious with this? Who the hell would wear a panty with sequins unless of course the woman is into some forms of masochism? I looked around if there was a pair. Sequined bras and panties would go well I assume. There was none. So I reckon these panties would be paired with a different bra. M Maybe if I perform pole dancing for my future husband, I would seriously consider buying it. I'm keeping my options open.
I tried to visualize myself wearing the thing.
If I would be a part of a sultan's harem, I'll probably buy something like this. Something fiery red with some black sequins and have it custom made with little bells attach to the hips.On the process,throw in some miniature colored light bulbs,too. Let's just see whether the sultan will not see me. I bet, I'll be the center of attraction during the selection.
I am seriously considering the idea of becoming a consultant for lingerie companies. I can maybe even design something historical. Like maybe a map of Asia strewn across the butt and at the front maybe an emblem of whatever the customer adores so much. The choices are endless. Sky is the limit. This will be good business.
Designers of underwear are very creative. Talk about fashion statement. None compares to this. A few years ago,I saw one which was made of cotton with a very cute looking little pig in front, complete with two ears and adorable eyes. And yes, you're right. A cute little tail was hanging in all its amazing glory at the back. It was not printed. It was a cute waggly tail.
You want attention. You wear this to beach. Let me know what happens next.
I leisurely took my time as I tried to examine every piece that took my fancy.The bras were very nice. There were elegant ones, delicately embroidered with intricate designs and embellished with fine lace. You can go from cheap, to moderately priced, to expensive and very expensive.They were available in a kaleidoscope of colors. It comes in different sizes and flavors if you can call it that way. There's the good, the bad and the ugly. It depends on what mood you are in.
So what is the rule in finding a good bra? Very simple. As they say, a good bra is like the perfect man: good-looking, supportive and will never let you down.
In my case, I would always choose the bold and elegant ones, rolled into one. When I say bold, it should be strong enough to carry my assets, supportive in other words, but elegant enough to make them look very adorable. Sometimes, I also prefer to be brazen. I love lion and leopard inspired designs. It makes me feel like some predator waiting for its prey.Animal instincts on the move. So powerful. Utterly amazing. Roar!!!
If there's one thing I can't understand, it is the fact that why can't we wear our bras outside instead of hiding them. Look at the men's briefs section. Those manly but elegant designs that exudes male sexuality. Like bras and panties, if you ask me, all those fine pieces of men's underwear should be shown to the world. Maybe once a week it would be fine to have a free day. A respite from our structured environment. Imagine your boss, who always terrorizes you, wearing his brief outside. It would be a breath of fresh air, I think. I must admit, too. I am a staunch defender of the idea that Superman was always right. He wore his briefs on the outside.
I can't usually find my shoe size at the ladies department. I got feet. My shoe size would be from 34-35. It's so difficult to find high heeled shoes for me because they're usually a lot bigger than my feet. But when it comes to bras, I marvel at the creativity of our designers. I admire women who are gifted. Well-endowed. But yes, I also admire a woman who couldn't care less whether the size of her breast is comparable to that of a miniature muffin. In this world of size does matter, some women would go through the extremes to give their breasts some extra lift and meat. They think having it well endowed is easy.
Not all the time, my dear.
It can be difficult during that time of the month. It could be scandalous especially when riding a car or jeepney. Whenever my period is coming and it is as if everything swells and aches in my body, I am always tempted to hold my precious assets whenever there's a bump on the road. In times like these, I always have my supportive sisters, bras with underwires. They are always ready for heavy duty.Okay, I would have to be honest. Scrap tempted, I have done it several times actually. I hold them precious assets securely with my two hands when the road ahead is rough and bumpy. Don't give me that look! Of course, I do it discreetly. Though I tell you, it takes a lot of intelligent moves not to attract untoward attention to yourself. For those who are interested on how to do it, just email me.
So if you still think that well endowed women got it easy. Think again.
As I am writing this, my cousin is chanting her favorite mantra. I must! I must! I must increase my bust! I told her to offer some chicken eggs in exchange for prayers of miracle for her 32A bust size. No amount of exercise will give you a whooping increase from 32A to 36B. That's her dream size by the way. She would looked at mine longingly and tell me, she wants to have them, too. Okay, she can borrow mine every MWF but not on Saturdays and Sundays. Those days are my dating days. I don't want to shock my date and make him think I had inflatables instead of real breasts.
Some men wants it big. Some men wants it small. But the question is, what do you want? It's not what they want that defines you as a woman. It's what you want that defines yourself.Nothing fascinates me but to see a woman who struts her stuff with such unmistaken confidence and with a "I couldn't care less attitude." It makes me want to cheer and shout, "You go girl!!!"
I am a firm believer of the idea that I don't need to dress and act like a man when I can be feminine and powerful as a woman.
I admire women who are comfortable with their feminine sexuality. Women who are never afraid to express themselves. Be it innocent, classic, bold or brazen. It defines who they are. If they're satisfied with it, whether it's 32A or 40D, this world is going to be one happy place.
These assets might be heavy at times but nevertheless, I am thankful. I would always be proud to have them. It's a natural gift. Something to be cherished and treasured. A girlfriend of mine told me that when God gave out assets, both of us woke up early and made our way to the front line. We waved our hands tremendously that we received such huge blessings. I couldn't agree more.
Indeed, the early worm catches the boobs.
