Below the Belt

i was raised in a conservative Christian family. an only girl. an only child, in fact. all attention was on me and my brain and upbringing was, well, more or less "ok" to the standard of the society. i understood the society, too. the do's and don't's in gatherings, how i should respect the elders, how i should be this and that. i grew up normally, in front of books and the television set. i had Bananas in Pajamas Fever. but later on, i didn't seem to notice that society has been welcoming this new trend... the women's printed underwear. *smirks* since when did people care about what you wear under your pants except in beach and summer settings? sure, there are ads for the endless comfort, the perfect fit. that was then, though. now, they have to come with statements written all over your behind. think kiss marks printed on your ass. talk about subliminal. or maybe not. i asked a friend about it, long before. "ano bang point nyan? e hindi naman nakikita kung stripes ba o polka dotted?!" "ano ka ba?! confidence lang yan!" "ha?" "wala lang. pangpataas lang ng lebel ng kumpiyansa!" so i tried to buy a pair. and i tell you, it does work. i didn't buy one because the society said so. i did because i chose to. the difference? i didn't follow because i had to. in fact, i didn't follow. what to these advertisements and printed underwears have to do with what i have to wear below the belt? it is always a personal choice. self-defined.