I'm really angry at myself for putting myself down that day, and letting myself feel so negatively towards my body. But I'm so grateful I was able to step out of that so quickly. I felt really positive for the rest of the day, and waited for my boyfriend to finish work - in my new underwear (makeup done and everything)!
As I touch the different fabrics a sea of memories transport me to a sentimental zone that nothing else in my room has, even photographs. Each garment is a piece of me at different times in my life, all the sides of a woman concealed silently in a draw and I instantly feel fiercely protective of all of them.