Ahh, funny exmo moments when you realise you are on the way to recovery. Was talking about clothes with my never-mo hubby and kid. As in, nice clothes and awful clothes that one should or should not wear. For some reason my son mentioned "Grandma's pajamas" as something he hoped never to see on his mother. I fell about laughing. Those are not pajamas of course. He has had the misfortune to see my mother in garments while staying with the grandparents.

I am so glad my son will never see his mother sneaking around the house in the early hours wearing such ugly smalls.

One of many many reasons I am so glad he has nothing to do with the church. When I was his age, I simply accepted I would have to wear those ugly things at some point, along with all the body-hating messages that went along with the whole garment/morality package. I still can't actually get naked in front of my husband, but my children won't have have to go through this. Thank the flying spaghetti monster!

I am happy for you...and for your husband and family, too.

:) :) :)



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What is it with mormons parading around in those horrid see through underwear in front of their kids?

My kids never, ever saw me in those things. It traumatized me to look in the mirror, why would I do that to them? My husband very seldom saw me in them because I didn't want to traumatize him either! I took them off every night. It was hot and humid where we lived, so I didn't wear them in the summer. That was just common sense. Basically they were my daytime long johns in the freezing winter.

I was cuddling with a mormon girl on her couch at her house. Things were about to get more intense until her dad walked in while in his garments. It ruined the mood.

My parents walked around in theirs all the time. My dad more so than my stepmom. Only he would just wear the bottoms, no shirt. Those garments are supposed to cover nakedness but leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. My best friend used to sleep over all the time and since my parents viewed her as just another one of the kids, they didn't bother to cover themselves in front of her either. We used to giggle about how grossed out we were seeing my dad walk around in just garment bottoms.

When I was fourteen, my father swished around the house in nothing but urine stained garments. They were so threadbare, you could see the dark outline of his junk. The buttflap opened and closed as he walked, exposing his ugly ass. He railed at his eldest daughter about modest clothing and paraded around like Salome down to her last veil.

I knew that I would never wear such an offensive and disgusting article of clothing, and I never did. Good job, Dad. Did I mention that you suck?



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That goes a long way to help me understand your atheism, Don! Whew!

Omg ew. The descriptions. I can picture it clearly. I need brain bleach. Thank the goddess's bountiful titties i was not born in the mormon church. Gross gross gross

1. Garments were made "to cover your nakedness" hence it ok to parade around in them. Including the one piece.

2. Garments were "anciently made of skins" think about wearing leather 24/7

I had an embarrassing incident while on a mission in Europe in 79. It was just prior to the two piece garments. I hated thise one piece things with a passion. Whenever i bent over to tie my shoe or pick something up, the things would cram up my butt crack and ride up my legs clear to the crotch. I would unconsciously push them down through my pants and pick them out of my crack.

So one day we were talking to a guy on the street and i had to tie my shoe. The conversation continued while i pulled the garment legs down without realizing it. The guy looked at me strange and said, "Are you wearing a garter belt?" Embarrassed is an understatement.

Shortly after, my sister said the church came out with the two piece style and mailed me several pair. I still disliked them but they didnt run up my legs and crack like the one piecers.

I too saw my mom in the ugly garments AND the ugliest bras and panties worn over the top PLUS pantyhose over that mess!!! (I don't even want to talk about the smell.) So you can imagine my shock when I slept over at my girlfriend's house and her mom came out in the morning (I forget why) only wearing an adorable bra and panty set.

Try adding a girdle with clips for nylons and my retina never recovered...

Oh God the smell. Luckily, I grew up in PA where the summers weren't terribly hot or humid. My stepmom has a fascination with Skin So Soft and some type of body powder. Even smelling that powder makes me gag now.

Ahhh yes, I had forgotten about Skin So Soft. Now it is used as mosquito repellant...go figure!

I think I've told this story here before, but for those who didn't read it...

We (mom, sister and I) were converts in 1978. In the Netherlands, winter.. snow...
It was the days of the one piece garments but at that time, while my mom was investigating the church (I was 10) we didn't have a clue obviously.

We had a great relationship with the missionaries. We'd feed them all the time and they would come to our house to hang out loads.

So it was snowing.. and we were outside, having a snowball fight.. when we ambushed this one (poor) mishy.. grabbed him.. and tried to stuff handfulls of snow down the back of his pants...

My mom yanked on his vest to try and get to his bare back..

and yanked.. and yanked..

We thought he was squeeling because he was of afraid of the cold snow...
He managed to get away from us and not another word was said about it...


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Poor lad..