There’s a type of girl, you probably know her, maybe you are her.
She wears a thong every single day. Rain or shine. Work or weekend. Pilates or period. Full coverage? She doesn’t know her. Brazilian briefs? She politely declines. Even in an apocalypse, she would rummage through the rubble in search of a lace thong before even considering a pair of briefs.
For her, a thong isn’t just underwear. It’s identity.
Built different
This girl was born with her mind made up. From the moment she graduated out of training bras, it was thong or nothing. Literally. Her first pair was probably some shimmery g-string from the early 2000s with a rhinestone butterfly on the hip, stolen from her older cousin’s drawer.
Now, she has taste. She prefers mesh thongs that feel like a breeze. Lace thongs that flirt under her clothes. She wears them like second skin. Seamless, low-rise, high-cut, adjustable sides - she knows them all. A connoisseur of minimal fabric. A scholar of stretch.
Period? Still a thong.
When her period arrives, does she shift to briefs? Of course not. She’s not weak. She’s strategic. There’s a system. A pad, somehow balanced on the world’s tiniest strip of lace. It defies physics. It’s slightly impractical. But it’s her way.
You might suggest period underwear. She will look at you with polite disbelief and continue to live her life as she always has: minimal coverage, maximum conviction.
Outfit-proof
She can style a thong under literally anything. Low-rise denim. Bias-cut silk. Tiny mini skirts that laugh in the face of panty lines. This girl doesn’t worry about what’s showing because - spoiler - it’s never showing.
You might be wearing shapewear. She’s wearing a lace thong and living free. You’ve packed a spare pair “just in case.” She packed a second thong - also sheer - just in case she needs to change into something even more invisible.
This is not a trend for her. It’s tradition.
She gets it
She doesn’t need convincing that a thong is comfortable. She doesn’t need to "try it out" or "get used to the feeling.” She’s already emotionally bonded with hers.
And yes - sometimes they disappear in the wash, never to be seen again. But like a true believer, she simply buys another. Possibly two. Possibly in black, red and white. Mesh thongs for every mood. Lace thongs for when she’s feeling romantic (but still herself). Cotton-blend? Sure, if it’s cute. But never full coverage.
Never that.
What’s her secret?
She doesn’t try too hard. That’s the secret. Her playlist is always better than yours but she’ll never make a big deal about it. She twists her hair into a bun and somehow it looks editorial. Her eyeliner’s smudged in a good way. Her shirt’s half-tucked on purpose. She’s the kind of girl who can throw on a slip and old boots and call it an outfit - and it just works.
She’s a little messy but only in the most charming way. Her room’s got three half-drunk coffees and a perfectly made bed. Her thong is hanging off the bathroom hook like a little silk flag of freedom. She’s curated without being curated. Undone but still composed. Effortless, with intent.
She wears thongs not to impress but because they make sense. And somehow, they’re the most put-together part of her day.