The colorful mailer from Victoria's Secret was tucked in-between bills and circulars. Normally, I would probably have thrown it out, but something made me open it.
I am not one to get overly excited about underpants. Also, its been 4 babies since I bought anything at Victoria's Secret. Opening the mailer, I noticed three coupons. They were circular and colorful, like pieces of candy, you couldn't help but want whatever they were selling.
I don't even think the mailman was down the block before I hopped in the car and headed to the mall.
Undergarments have not been a priority lately. Fancy panties at Victoria's Secret or back to school clothes for the kids? Needless to say, I usually wear ten cent clearance panties from K-Mart.
The thought of getting something from Victoria's Secret excited me. How I longed to wear something pretty. Funny how a silky pair of panties can really lift your spirits.
I walked into the magical wonderland that is Victoria's Secret and instantly felt largely inadequate. I felt that the mannequins sporting angel wings and lingerie were judging me as I walked by. It has been a long time since I felt desirable. Looking at the mothers walking around with their teenage daughters, it dawned on my that the roles had reversed. I couldn't help but feel that I didn't belong.
Gingerly, I approached the panty display. As I looked down, suddenly, it hit me. The largest size Victoria's Secret carries is Large. I realized that was probably part of the reason I stopped shopping there. It's been about four babies since I was a Large.
I looked over at the saleswoman pleadingly. "Do you have larger sizes?" I asked.
"Sorry, that's the largest we carry," she explained. She grabbed a pair and stretched them as far as her arms could reach. "They are very stretchy," she said.
Motioning to the pair I was clutching, described as "Cheeky", she explained that this style will show a bit more cheek on me.
So there I was at the register, buying a pair of panties that would need to stretch beyond their limits to fit, and then once they are on, wouldn't even cover my rear.
Now, there is a little pink striped bag, with the Victoria's Secret logo emblazoned on it, sitting on my dresser.
Such a pretty little reminder that I don't need that piece of chocolate or that
pint bowl of ice cream.