Not gonna lie: the first title of this was "My Mom Took Me to Victoria's Secret and It Made Me a Better Person."
My mom, sister, and me
My parents raised me in super conservative evangelical churches. My mom also actively took me to Victoria's Secret as a tween, I guess they say nowadays, and bought me my first fancy bras and lacy undies.
As we all know, in the false binary of Victoria's Secret vs. Evangelical Christianity, the lingerie won out. I say this humorously, but here's the thing:
My mom raised me to believe that our bodies were normal and beautiful - not a small thing in the evangelical world, which talks about Eve's original sin on the regular. She raised me to believe that nudity was normal and okay. That my fast developing, pretty substantial breasts were nothing to be ashamed of. She defended me against every person at church who criticized my clothing as "too tight" or "tempting my brothers in Christ" (what they obviously had a problem with was a quickly developing 12 year old girl, slash women's sexuality generally).
Again: this was not insignificant, especially to a highly impressionable teenager.
She made sure I had underwear that not only fit, but that I liked. She made sure I knew that lingerie was just another piece of clothing that was super fun to try on.
I could not be more grateful to her for that.
Unsurprisingly, she's also a huge supporter of Bluestockings, and was my first customer.
My awesome mom wearing the Knickerocker Fox Dress to her work Halloween party last year
Happy Birthday, Mom. Thank you for being rad, all day every day.