I wore them on the weekends and to proms, trying my best not to visibly cringe in photos. Knowing that my conservative mother didn't approve at all of such a racy piece of clothing, I stashed my secret collection of G-strings in the back corner of my closet. To me, it was the token I needed to one day graduate from girldom to full-blown womanhood.įast forward to high school.
It was the first time I had ever seen or held a thong in person, and I instantly felt like a rebel. My girlfriends and I put it on each others' heads and used it as a slingshot, but in the midst of all the joking around, I think we all viewed the undergarment as a serious symbol of sex. My daredevil friend pulled a pink one out at one of her fifth grade sleepovers.
