Today I was brave. I went for my annual exam, which alone is an act of bravery, and I left my underwear on top of my clothes.<\/p>\n
Now, you may be asking how is that<\/strong><\/em> an act of bravery? <\/p>\n I recently read a post about women hiding their underwear in their clothes when going to the doctor. I laughed as I realized that I do that all the time. As if they don’t know that I came in wearing it. (And no, this is not the time to debate going commando.) <\/p>\n But why do I hide it? <\/p>\n I think it’s because it represents such an intimate part of me. It’s something I wear close to my body. It’s something that only a few people see. And it can say a lot about my mood. Granny panties mean I’m feeling blah. Cute, colorful panties mean I’m feeling good and confident. You get the idea.<\/p>\n And just like my underwear, I sometimes want to cover myself and not let people see the real me. I want to be hidden, not seen. I want to be safe. But I’ve decided that change is in order. I want to be seen. I want to be known. I want to be brave.<\/p>\n So, I left my underwear on top of my clothes. I don’t know if the doctor even saw them, but I knew they were there. It made me feel confident. It made me feel strong. It made me feel brave. <\/p>\n I’m not sure what’s next for me, but I know that I want to push myself to be more honest, authentic, and brave as I live my life. I’m excited about the possibilities…<\/p>\n P.S. The next time you’re at the doctor’s office, leave your underwear on top. I dare you!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Today I was brave. I went for my annual exam, which alone is an act of bravery, and I left my underwear on top of my clothes. Now, you may be asking how is that an act of bravery? I recently … Continue reading