The first time I bought a matching black lace set of lingerie, and a miniscule silk night gown, I felt like a criminal. I surreptitiously sneaked into the store, darting looks left and right. I gave off such an aura of guilt that the shopkeepers were suspicious I was shoplifting.
After all, I'm frum, single, hopefully shomer. These things aren’t for the likes of me. Apparently I was wrong.
I'm in the central bus station, with one of my shtarker friends. She's heading back home after a shopping spree.
"Want to see my new bras?" she asks me, pulling open a bag.
I gasp at her. She's buttoned to the neck, a bais yaacov teacher, frum as they can come. And she's not married. She doesn't even talk to guys, except on Shidduch dates.
"What's there to see?"
"No. They are gorgeous. I've got to show you." She pulls me into a changing room, away from prying eyes, and unwraps a tiger print bra and panties set. "It cost a fortune but isn't it to die for?"
"You spend money on this stuff? But no one ever sees you in it." I think of my closet drawer back home, stuffed with 5 for 10 shekels cotton panties, sold in clear plastic cartons in the Shuk.
"So? All my sisters do. You should see Dina's lingerie collection."
I begin to look at her in a whole new way. Is this how she manages to dress so Tznius, by knowing she looks great underneath? Maybe that's the trick. Begin to get dressed in the morning, glance in the mirror and know that you're hot, and then cover it up with layer upon baggy layer. But who cares what the rest of the world sees, you know the truth.
So I've started buying myself pretty things too. Sometimes I even wear them.
I'm checking out a little black silk number, when my eyes meet those of the girl on the other side of the rack. She's also dressed in a long skirt and shirt. She could be engaged , and preparing for her wedding night. Or planning a clandestine affair, although she doesn't look the type. I think she's simply shomer, single, and shopping for lingerie. Like me.
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