Do you remember your very first thong? I remember mine very clearly. I don’t remember where I bought it from, but it was purple, and it was made of lace. I was about 18 0r 19, so my mom didn’t know of the thong. I don’t know what your mom was/is like, but my mom would have never approved of me owning a thong at that age. It was my one and only thong, so I loved it – as you can imagine. It was during this time that I learned – thanks to my friends – that I had a little booty behind me, so I was very into fitted skirts, and with fitted skirts, you don’t want any panty lines. So yes, my purple thong got worn a lot.
Then there was that one weekend that I spent at my aunt’s house. At the time, my aunt was a member of Deeper Life Bible Church, and you know they don’t play over there. I was never, ever a fan of Deeper Life, not because I didn’t think they were a genuine church, but because I didn’t understand the whole not wearing pants, or jewelry, or makeup, etc. I was – still am – a girly girl, so if you’re going to tell me not to “prettyfy” myself, you better show me a clear and direct verse in the bible that says so. No such verse exists. I digress sha.
So, I spent the weekend in my aunt’s house, and you know I always wash my underwear in the morning, before I take a shower. One morning, I did as usual and washed my underwear before taking a shower, and I hung it in my room. By the next day, the underwear was gone. I asked who took my underwear and my aunt told me it was her. She put it in the trash because thongs were evil. Aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!
I was so angry. I loved that thong, and it loved me back. I didn’t think it was evil. I still don’t think it was evil. Maybe at 18 or 19, I shouldn’t have been wearing a thong? I don’t know how I feel exactly. But I know that I was so mad at my aunt that I gave her an attitude for a while. Keep in mind that at this time, I wasn’t working, so I didn’t have money, except for the little pocket money I’d get here and there from my mommy. Buying a new thong was just not in my budget.
Ironically, however, now that I am older and I have the money and the “permission” to wear said thongs, I barely wear them. I still have quite a number of them, and I even have a couple that I am yet to wear, but I don’t buy them anymore. I have decided that regular underwear feels a lot better. It’s just too much trouble to wear thongs. Like who feels more comfortable with a thin piece of cloth (or string in my case) nesting between their butt cheek. It’s unnatural (for me anyway). So now, I proudly wear normal underwear most times. I admit though, if I do wear a really fitted skirt or pair of pants, I’ll wear a thong again. Panty lines just take away from the otherwise awesomeness.
P.S. Although I have called my purple lace underwear a thong, it was actually a t-string. You know the one that looks like a T at the back and is as
thick thin as a rubber band.