brief grief
When I was younger, my undies were not something I thought about. Then again, neither was my butt. Times were simpler back then. We weren’t bombarded with images of taut, bulbous peach cheeks. The body ideal was skinny, not this ‘skinny but curvy but toned but thick’ thing that’s the mystical ideal now.
As I got older, I became interested in pretty undies (for
