Thursday, 30 January 2014

What Does My Underwear Say About Me?

I've had a few deep-and-meaningful chats lately with various people, about my plans for the future, my past, the way I feel about myself.
The other day, I was talking to a lady who lived in Australia for a number of years, returning in May last year. I mentioned Primark, and she had no idea what I was talking about.

I explained to her: it's a shop where all the clothes are really cheap, but not fabulously made. She pulled a face. I told her it was good for stocking up on t shirts and underwear or if you needed a cheap pair of jeans. She pulled another face. I said it was good if you were thinking of trying out a new style or trend and didn't want to waste a lot of money if you weren't sure. She pulled a face.

Eventually she said, "do you really think so badly of yourself, that you would only spend £2.50 on underwear for yourself? Are you not worth a bit more?"

I think perhaps she makes a valid point.

I used to buy a lot of underwear. I unconsciously stopped wearing my beautiful matching sets when I started seeing the ex. It wasn't something I realised I had done until recently. It sounds silly, but I didn't want to wear my nice underwear in his house. Then I got pregnant, then I was breastfeeding, and now I'm a completely different size. I can't bring myself to throw any of it away, so I have a black bag filled with gorgeous underwear sets in the back of my cupboard upstairs. 

Underwear from a Previous Life

For the last couple of years, I have been buying multi-packs of plain black pants in Primark, and just wearing those. I have a drawer filled with just plain black pants. Literally nothing else. Last time I went to Primark, I branched out a little and bought a patterned set instead - but still the cheapest, nastiest underwear you can get. After speaking to my friend, I went and found all my lovely underwear in the back of my cupboard. The bras are useless to me now, but some of the knickers still fit - and look and feel a hundred times better than the boring black ones!

During my conversation with this lady, we also talked about where I live. For those who don't know, I live in a first-floor maisonette on a council estate. It is arguably the "roughest" council estate in this area (this is a very affluent area so it's not gangland warfare or anything) and has certainly always had the worst reputation. I've a friend who moved to this estate from Fulham in the 1980s, and wondered what the hell he had let himself in for. I don't like it here.  But when I moved here, I didn't have a great deal of choice over where I lived - and I was pretty much at rock bottom, confidence-wise. When I moved in here, I was little more than a puppet with someone else pulling the strings. This lady's opinion was the same as with the underwear - I clearly didn't value myself very much when I moved in here. She's right, of course. 

So perhaps she's right about Primark as well. Perhaps I should value myself a little more highly than paying £2.50 for 5 pairs of plain black pants. Perhaps I should aim a little higher than jeans that are cheap but don't fit well, or tops that are cheap but lose their shape quickly and look awful. It's all very well saying "but I have a toddler..." but should I really wear exclusively shit clothing just in case some poster paint is splashed in my direction? I think not!

The other week, I went to a local independent underwear shop and spent what I would consider to be a small fortune on one bra. One bra that was fitted by a lady so good at her job, she didn't even have a tape measure on the counter, much less around her neck. She took one look at me, went into the stock room and came out with a beautiful, coral-coloured bra that fit me perfectly. When I wear it, I stand straighter. I know I look good, even with a cheap jumper over the top of my fabulous bra.

Perhaps I shall do this more often. Perhaps my friend is right. 

What is your underwear saying about you?

1 comment:

  1. We have the same pants, well, in a manner of speaking. I am a 5 pack from Primarni for a couple of quid kinda girl since baby number two, washed until they look like parachutes and sort of roll off a bit. I think you might be on to something here. Knicker revolution anyone? x

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