I can’t ask my church friends how my lingerie looks so im here instead

Sunday mornings you're all hymns and covered shoulders, but right now the lace sits against your skin like a confession you're finally ready to make.

You angled the mirror yourself, chose the lighting, pressed send — and somewhere in that sequence you stopped asking for permission.

Your church friends would stumble over their words. Here, nobody stumbles. They just look, and you already knew exactly what they'd see when you decided to show them.