Above all else, I believe in the power of my clothes. More specifically, I believe in the power of lingerie. The right underwear can make or break an outfit, which in turn, can make or break your day. Seriously. Different pieces of clothing, different emotions, and different situations all require different undergarments. Even though no one can see them, they truly influence how I feel and how I act. Lingerie is my secret weapon.
There are three major categories of underwear that every woman should have: one, the classics–casual, comfortable, every day basics in tan and black, the sporties–specifically designed for high impact situations, and the foxies–glamorous, animal print, multi-colored, mixed media pieces, often with enhancing properties. Due to inevitable circumstances, women cannot live on one category alone. The classic collection, for example, is perfect for everyday life. It works for shopping, going to school, or running errands, while being comfortable, polished, and reasonably good looking. The classic collection is basic and straightforward. The sporty collection is another underwear essential. One cannot go for a run, ride a horse, or step foot in a gym without the proper undies. It’s simply a health hazard to go without. Finally, the foxy collection is without a doubt, the most necessary underwear faction of all. Foxy underwear should be worn as much as possible as it gives the wearer a marked increase in confidence. It’s perfect for every occasion—dance parties, date nights, big presentations, whatever. Even if you don’t know what to wear, you should wear foxies. Foxy lingerie has an almost magical power that is activated every time you put it on. All because of a little hot pink, I walk taller, act stronger, perform more fiercely, and most importantly, feel cuter. It should come as no surprise that 90% of my lingerie drawer is brightly colored, fancily designed, and otherwise out of the ordinary. It’s my secret weapon. Foxy underwear gets me through boring days, scary solo performances, and awkward situations. Even during finals week, knowing that I have on amazing underwear is usually enough to change my attitude.
When asked to describe me as a single article of clothing, one of my friends responded, “you’re a bra, definitely.” While I thought that this may have been because I work at Victoria’s Secret, frequent figleaves.com, and own more lingerie sets than I do pairs of jeans, I was surprised when she told me that none of these answers were why I embodied my favorite piece of clothing. As I stared back at her in disbelief, she replied, “ I was thinking you’re a bra because you’re sexy and supportive, but those reasons work too.” I’m a girl. I like being a girl. If I’m going to do things, I’m going to do them wearing cute underwear.
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