The Night I Threw My Undergarments in the Fire
It’s time to see myself outside of the male gaze
I bought it for practical reasons, as I suspect many women do. I remember I had a dress that I loved that was just a little too revealing for my taste and I wanted a slip that I could wear underneath for more coverage.
Of course, I ended up never wearing that dress, and therefore, the slip sat untouched in a drawer somewhere in the back of my closet. Until, that is, I moved in with the man I thought I would marry.
He loved to see me in a new set of sexy underwear or lingerie every night…but he had no idea how expensive it was to keep him visually entertained. So one night, after I’d worn the blue baby doll nightie with the matching thong one too many times, I went digging through my wardrobe instead of looking online for a new push-up bra and matching panties. Surely, I had something that would please him…
That’s when I came upon the slip. White, knee-length, and almost humorously simplistic.
I took off all my clothes, slipped the gauzy fabric over my head, took a moment to make adjustments, and then made my way to the spare room, where he was playing video games with his online friends.
