Why Would I Even Have Underwear Anymore?

 

A Crinkle & Flow Confession by Alice in Yoga Pants

Let me ask a question that’s been sitting in my drawer (literally) for far too long:

Why would I even have underwear anymore?

No really—like, why do I still own any?

I say this with a mix of sheepish honesty and giggles because the answer has become embarrassingly obvious over the years. Every now and then—usually during some hopeful, misguided moment—I’ll open that drawer and pull out a pair of “normal” men’s underwear. You know, the kind I used to wear. The kind I used to wish I could still wear. And for some reason, I always think, maybe just for today. Maybe I don’t need diapers right now.

Cue laugh track. Because every single time, without fail, I soak them.

And not just a little. I mean full-on accident, no warning, game over, go directly to the laundry bin. It’s like my body is trying to remind me: Nope. You know where you belong, baby.

The thing is, I’ve been living with incontinence for years now. What used to feel like a frustrating loss has slowly turned into something else—something softer, more honest. At some point, I stopped fighting it. I stopped treating diapers like defeat. I started seeing them for what they are: comfort, confidence, and the truth of who I am.

And once I embraced that truth? Everything changed.

My diapers got thicker. My plastic pants got crinklier. My outfits got softer. I found joy in the things that used to embarrass me. I stopped hiding and started living— leggings, crop tops, baby powder and all. So then what the heck are those sad little boxer briefs still doing in my drawer?

Let’s be real. If I did wear underwear now, it wouldn’t be some boring men’s pair. It’d be something in a soft cotton or Lycra. Probably something that matched my leggings and top. But even then, they’d just get worn over a thick, puffy diaper, wouldn’t they?

So why pretend?

Sometimes I open that drawer and laugh. Sometimes I feel a little sad. But mostly I know this:

Underwear doesn’t make me who I am. Acceptance does.

So to anyone else reading this who’s been playing that little game—the “maybe I don’t need them today” game—just know you’re not alone. You’re not broken. And you’re not giving up by choosing what works. You’re growing into yourself.

Me? I think it’s finally time to clear out that drawer. Make room for a few more leggings and yoga pants.

I don’t need underwear anymore.
I have something better:

Peace. Comfort. Crinkles. Me.

Postscript from Alice:
You know, the woman in your life always says it best:
"Get over yourself, baby. You belong in diapers and plastic pants."

And when I look at the drawer, and it’s a choice between Calvin Kleins and Pampers… well, let’s just say Calvin never had a chance.

Crinkly kisses,

Alice 💖

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