Confession: I often don’t wear underwear. I have a whole drawer of cute underthings. Racy-lacy stuff. Wonder Woman designs. Even a pair featuring a broken gingerbread man and the caption “Oh, Snap!” But I prefer skipping them.
I work from home. I live in yoga pants. If you see me out in this uniform, there’s a very good chance I’m going commando.
I actually do yoga in my yoga pants. Sometimes. Underwear gets bunched up, especially when I exercise. I like to thrown on a sports bra, t-shirt and yoga pants as soon as I get up in the morning. It ups the chance that I’ll workout.
Okay, another confession: it’s not just with yoga pants. I love rocking ankle-length maxi dresses and skip them panties then, too. Confessing is good for the soul! Anyone else hate underwear?
Working out, lounging at home, running errands around town or out on a spicy date, going commando is freeing and comfortable.