I love thongs. I doubt there are many people who don’t, but I also doubt there are many that love them as much as I do. Thongs are awesome! I’ll explain why.

Little bit of background info first. In the Netherlands, when one is about 12yo, we leave “lower school” and join “middle school”. That’s the biggest change in most of our lives. Hormones are starting to rage, boys will become less annoying and more attractive, some urges appear. And, last but not least: social pressure starts to skyrocket.

Social pressure meant two things for me, both in the same general body area. The first one was to start shaving down beloooooow. I’ll get back to that part in another post. The other one tho, was slightly easier to deal with. All it took was a trip to the shopping center with my “lower school” friends.

Thong shopping

I had to buy a thong. Until then, I was wearing chillie pink undies with little bear prints. Those had to be burned. We were 12 now, practically adults. So we had to dress like them.

We went to a friend’s house with our newly bought underwear. One by one, we went into the bathroom to try them on. Every girl before me was giggling their barely existing boobies off. It tickled, they said. Felt weird. Felt gross. But then it was my turn.

everyone else was still stuck in their little childish world with pink bears and hearts and other thingies. Us three, we were women.

The moment I put them on, I absolutely loved the feeling. No more itchy legs. Also no more cute little bears, but hey, I was 12 now. I felt awesome, even though the other girls pretty much hated it. I felt sexy, even though I barely knew what that meant back then.

During our first gym class dressing room meeting, me and two other girls were the only ones who wore thongs. Everyone else was still stuck in their little childish world with pink bears and hearts and other thingies. Us three, we were women. It goes without saying me and those two girls instantly became best friends forever.

The perfect piece of clothing

Up until this very day, I keep wearing thongs as often as possible. Even when other girls usually go for something more comforty – during sports, sleeping – or safe – while wearing a fancy dress or mini skirt – I kept wearing thongs. I even got a thong-shaped bikini, but social pressure doesn’t like those very much just yet in The Netherlands… yet I have to admit I sometimes wear it when it’s 90 degrees and I’m chilling on my balcony by myself.

Thongs have a lot of good qualities. They are tiny, so can stuff tons of them in the laundry machine and barely fill it up. They are sexy, both to look at (right guys?!) as well as to wear (right girls?!). They can be super cheap as well, especially the plain ones, so you can just throw them away when you’re bored with the color or something. Oh, and… there’s no better feeling than having a boy pull it out from between your buttocks when the time is right. They truly are the perfect piece of clothing.

there’s no better feeling than having a boy pull it out from between your buttocks when the time is right.

If social pressure allows me, I will keep wearing them till eternity. Whether it’s the tiny ones that consist of nothing more than a ropy piece of linnen, a lacy one that is slightly more see-through than anticipated, or a super tacky one with cheeky lines written on them (“If you can read this, you’re in for a heck of a night”).

I own about 40 or so at the moment, one for every occasion and then some, and I love every single one of them. And I’m probably going to buy another one tonight, or tomorrow, or some time this week. It’s addictive, but I know why. Cuz thongs are freaking awesome!

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