Week #10: Buying Lingerie Was A Bust

So for this week’s it’s-about-me-this-week challenge, I decided to clean my underwear draw, and buy some new lingerie. My initial thought was, clearing out the old and bringing in the new might be just the thing to get the “love my body” process underway.

Ode to my Lingerie Draw
Since university—while living on spaghetti and adrenaline—I’ve always had a drawer full of beautiful, expensive lingerie. It cusped on obsession. And this was before the Victoria Secret took the world by storm.

In my twenties, I swore that unless it had to do with period-panties, I would NEVER, under any conditions,  wear cotton undies.

I would hand wash the underwear, place it gently on a line to dry, fold it precisely and set it lovingly in the draw. There were always lavender bags scattered throughout to give a lovely fresh scent. It felt delicious every time I opened the draw.

When I first got married, it was incredibly fun to parade out the bra and panty sets. Sometimes in the morning I would ask my husband, “Which set would you like to see on me tonight?” Knowing he would go to work and daydream about the underwear.

And Then I Got Pregnant
Within the first few months of getting pregnant, the little wisps of lace panties quickly stopped fitting properly. I’m too pragmatic to buy expensive maternity lacy underwear to keep up with my temporarily expanding body, so I bought a ten pack of cotton pregnancy underwear.

After my first son was born and I was back to my original weight, my body shape had changed. Most notably, my already tiny breasts became saggy-raisins (ugh!) Most of my beautiful bras no longer fit. Slowly and with much angst, I tossed the Italian-lace sets in the garbage. I started buying more cotton underwear because it was more convenient to wash and wear with a little baby.

Since baby two, my once pristine underwear draw is now a dumping place.

No gentle wash. No precise folding. No scented satchels. I take the underwear straight from the laundry hamper and dump it into the draw. Every time I open the draw, my guts clench because it’s such a mess.

Can My Underwear Drawer Be A Metaphor?
Not to read too much into this, but I would say the underwear draw is a perfect metaphor for how I feel about myself and my body sexually.

I used to take care of myself and take pride in my appearance. Now feel I’m doing well by not walking out the door in a ratty pair of sweatpants.

Shouldn't Buying Underwear Be a Fun Experience?
I bit the bullet and went shopping for the underwear…with my two babies.

Bad idea. Very bad idea indeed.

As my toddler lunged at each and every bra rack, I didn’t really have a chance to get a good look. Instead I grabbed something that looked my size.

LookIng In The Mirror With My New Underwear
As I couldn’t try the underwear on at the store, I immediate tried it on when I arrived home. It was difficult looking at myself in the mirror. At first I thought it was because I’m still a few pounds over my normal weight and look marshmallow soft.

But I realized while trying on the bra—while simultaneously picking crusty snot off my breast from where my newborn was breastfeeding, and listening as my toddler excitedly pointed out, “There’s mummy’s vulva!”—that I’ve got a weird asexual mommy vibe happening.

The Bra Buying Was A Bust (No Pun Intended)
The bra didn’t fit well and the panties were too tight and scratchy—or maybe the panties did fit well but I’m now used to how cotton panties stretch.

So this week’s challenge was almost a bust. I did clean up my underwear draw, and it felt good to open it and not see mess. Maybe this is the first step in the slow process of feeling sexual again.

My Husband’s Rating On The Underwear
I was so discouraged while trying on the underwear that I half-hazardly tossed it into a nearby laundry basket (and promptly forgot about it).

Somehow, (even though my husband can’t find the milk in the fridge) he naturally found the underwear in the laundry basket. Excited as a kid at an ice cream truck, he asked, “Did you do that on purpose? Just so I could find it ‘by accident’?” Men!

Sadly, I did not end up doing a fashion show for my husband. I was much too insecure.

About The Author

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Trina Read
Sexologist, Dr. Trina Read is the founder of The Business Of Sex Speaker Agency. She is a leading relationship and sexual health expert and educator; and is a best selling author, media expert, was a CBC radio Relationship columnist, syndicated blogger, international award winning speaker, newspaper & magazine columnist, and spokeswoman. Follow her on Twitter and Facebook.
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