Posted by:
Queen of Denial
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Date: November 09, 2011 12:59PM
Yesterday, a friend was over for most of the day. At one point, the conversation turned to underwear (that happens when you've been talking for over 3 hours) and I dug out my sack of garments to show her. She was so intrigued and couldn't believe that I used to wear them. I pointed out the stitching on the breast, navel and knee and explained what they meant. She said, "Oh. My, Gooooooddddd." I told her about the temple clothes and she finally got why I hate thinking about my wedding ceremony. Then, she made me promise that I'll renew my vows in a pretty dress.
I, on the other hand, had a very physical reaction to touching them and holding them up. I felt sick all over, light-headed and my skin felt like it was crawling.
Several times I've thought to get rid of them, but never have. It still feels wrong to just throw them in the trash. Talk about conditioning!! As I was showing them to my friend yesterday, it hit me once again what a fucked up cult I was in. I've decided to keep that bag of mormon underwear and someday I'm going to show them to my boys. I'm going to show them to anyone who wants to see them.