I have always been a big believer that how you feel on the inside is how you feel on the outside. And when it when it comes to my spirit and soul – I get an A+. 9 years of personal exploration, a daily practice and a lifetime commitment to being connected to and serving a source much bigger than I. The core of my being, my spirit and soul feel pretty good.
However, when I go from the spirit/soul level to the inside of my physical and very human body, my grade slips because I do really love red wine and cheese. But I still give myself a solid B… and getting better every day as my body becomes my temple over these next 40 days.
But now let’s go two layers out -past the epidermal layer to the layer that sits on top of it… my underwear, and Houston we currently have a problem!
I have always believed that feeling good from the inside out included how the clothes under my clothes felt. Old and comfy grandma-like underwear… feel old, comfy and tired. Mismatched or uncomfortable bras and panties… not operating or looking my best on the outside. And we won’t even mention the ones who’ve become faded, holey, or a relic from history.
Think about it… when you put on your best underwear or your super fun panties don’t you feel fabulous?
Yesterday, I found myself looking through my underwear drawer noticing that my supply had dwindled to two pairs of ‘feel good and sexy,’ three pairs of ‘fun and free’ and many pairs of ‘other.’ Which I might not have noticed, had I not been getting dressed to go to an appointment with my personal stylist at Nordstrom’s. I thought that I had chose a cross between feel good and fun undergarment, up until I found myself in the Nordstrom’s dressing room removing my jeans and shirt to slip on a designer dress, and to my complete horror… I discover I have a hole in my panties! Ahh!!!
Not big, not even that noticeable, but a hole in my panties. The panties on my temple! And my temple says to me, in the most loving voice (quietly so no one else could hear thank goodness), “Really Christine, this is an unacceptable adornment for a temple… and for you. Where is the self-love? I am calling for an Underwear Revolution!
on search for fun, super-powered panties.
After successfully finding and buying the cutest black and white spring dress, I beelined myself to the lingerie department. What I quickly realized is that I had just walked into a huge jungle of underwear! Trees and tress of panties, bushes of bras, and the occasional tiger striped slip lurking in the distance. I was overwhelmed!
Nylon. Cotton. Rayon blend. G-string. Boy short. Full panty. Lace. Bows. Seamless. White. Bright Pink. Multi-colored. And I won’t even get into the bushels of bras! All I wanted was some fun, super-powered panties and now I found myself feeling like I used to feel when I would go to buy wine… staring at the rows and rows of bottles, feeling rather uneducated, not wanting to make a mistake, and ultimately just closing my eyes, trusting my intuition and hoping for the best!
Something in my intuition said not to approach buying my fun super-powered panties this way… that it would pay to take some time to make choices that would make MY temple happy, which may or may not be the same for another woman.
I didn’t buy a single pair of panties that day… but I did come up with some rules about what my temple wants from the fabric that sits between her skin and the clothing the world sees. I am going to sit with these proclamations… do a little more research… and then when I am ready, wave the flag to start the Underwear Revolution.
- My temple wants to breathe – she doesn’t want to be suffocated.
- My temple wants to feel super-powerful – not like she is wearing a diaper.
- My temple wants to be fun and free – not dowdy and constricted
- My temple doesn’t like things crawling into crevices they don’t belong – she likes things in their right place, that feel good.
- My temple wants to have choices about how she wants to feel on any given day – sassy, super powered, fun, sensitive, sexy, sporty, free.
- My temple wants to be adorned with beauty, always, and appreciates the care and self-love I put into every piece of fabric I put on her, as much as she appreciates every morsel of food I put in her.
I am SO enjoying the conversation I am having with my temple about our Underwear Revolution. And it feels so much better than the way I would have approached this before: Picked a few underwear from the rack, not paid attention to the $$, hoped for the best when I got home, and probably been half happy and half disappointed… ultimately creating guilt for spending too much money, stress from not knowing the right decision to make, and judgment about how I should know better to repeat this not self-loving pattern.
It’s only Day 4 of the My Body is My Temple Self-Love practice, and all ready I have more self love! Who would have thought you could get that from a pair of underwear!!