Delicate matters

Sensitive readers take note- there will be some topics of the delicate nature talked about.

Having a hysterectomy is life changing.

In many ways.

For instance, it hit me today as I sorted through my panties that I will no longer be relegated to plain boring cotton undies. And I also never have to sort those into "period panties" and " regular day panties."

Girls you know what I mean.

For years I have not bought any really nice expensive panties because I never knew when I would start. Or just spot.

And truth be told toward the end there I had gotten to the point of not having any panties that were true regular day. It was more like "really stained" and "not so stained." And that's with good rinsing, bleaching, and oxicleaning the hell out of things. And honest to god? Sometimes in the middle of the night when you're changing into your 4th pair of panties in as many hours? You just start to not care.

And to not care is the worse. You don't even notice that you're slipping down that road. You just hope to make it another day without having it happen at work. And one day you find you have nothing in your drawer that's exciting.  Even to you!

It hit me like a ton of bricks that I could finally get rid of the ruined clothes I had been shackled with

all these years. I am finally free!

I am looking forward to buying nice underthings again.

Chantelle paris collection -- swoon! 

(sorry you get to go click  link cause the pics won't insert correctly)

I remember those. Lacy. Pretty. Feminine. Made me feel special even if no one saw them.

I knew I had them on.

They were like my Wonder Woman underoos when I was little.

Man! I just knew I could conquer the world in those superhero designs!

A good matched set of bras and panties with maybe a garter or two thrown in. They accomplished the same thing. They were always for me. ( Just a side bonus that the occasional lucky guy got to see them. )

But I felt put together. Confident. Not that I think I need them to achieve this-- I am plenty good without. But it's nice to know I can have those back as a way to help reinforce it.

Just a secret little edge to my game. My own private treat to myself.

And as I look at the catalogs and debate on what to buy, is am giddy with excitement.

Especially as I start to loose weight and firm up and can imagine how they'll look. Because let's face it--How long has it been since I looked in the mirror and said "damn! I look Hawt!" Way too long if you ask me.

Yes, having a hysterectomy is life changing. It is allowing me to have a love affair with my body again. And I think the benefits and pay offs will be more than I could have ever imagined.