Have you ever said you were going to do something.. and actually stuck with it? How about for a whole week? I’ve always been the kind of person that says they’re totally, 100 percent going to stick to doing something new, but then only lasts about three days doing it. Whether it’s drinking more water, reading more books, or watching less Netflix (LOL never), I’ve never committed hard enough to stick it through a week. Which is why I’m going to be starting something new every week, and sticking to it day to day. I’m definitely going to be expecting some urges to give up but, I will not let you girls down! Hey, maybe whatever I’m doing will become a habit!
I love me some underwear, and going commando is something I rarely do. I like having the satisfaction of knowing that there’s a barrier between me and my jeans… I don’t know why, I just find comfort in it. Well, I bared it all and didn’t wear underwear for an entire week. Maybe I could fall in love with being commando? And it is pretty hot, so less clothes could potentially help me cool down. Did I enjoy being panty-line free or did I throw on some cotton undies ASAP? Find out!
Day 1, Monday:
T-shirt, check. Jeans, check. Bra, check. Underwear… Nope. I felt like my routine was slightly off due to not being able to put on underwear. “Am I forgetting something,” I kept asking myself at random times. Um, duh. The thing that you’ve been putting on since you were a child, Cheyenne. But I was just lounging around the house today, so I didn’t have to go out, which made things easier. Although, I did find it pretty hard to get comfortable on the couch while doing homework.
I decided to go upstairs, put on some comfy shorts, and try this couch thing out again. To my amazement, I could not get comfortable. It felt like my shorts were just too up in my business down there. I apologize for the vaguest sentence alive, I just didn’t want to scar you with the eye-opening details. After about 10 minutes of shuffling on the couch, I finally was able to get comfortable and start my homework. A while late, I took a shower and immediately reached for underwear to put on afterwards… Nope. Damn, this commando thing was going to be harder than I thought.
Day 2, Tuesday:
I had a paper on a museum due, so I went to the Leonis Adobe Museum in Calabasas, California. I also dragged my boyfriend and his friend along with me because they talk about early 1900s adobes all the time… just kidding. It was about 97° outside, so of course I decided to wear some jeans. This was a bad move. Before we went to the museum, we decided to grab some Mexican food. I felt myself sweating heavily inside the restaurant, and it wasn’t even that hot. You know that feeling when you think that you’re sweating see you begin to sweat more? That’s exactly what happened. I felt myself sweating all over… Including down there. It’s not a vagina anymore people; it’s down there, now.
I never realized how much comfort underwear gives me. I went to the bathroom and gave myself a wet paper towel wipe down all over. Ah, much cooler. When I was done eating, we went to the museum. It was absolutely beautiful… except I couldn’t stop thinking about my commando situation. Every time I walked, these jeans did not move with me. The best way I can describe it is when you’re trying to get by someone and you keep moving in their direction, doing a little dance with them. That’s what my jeans were doing with my vagina.
Day 3, Wednesday:
Right, enough with this jeans business… I’m wearing shorts. I had a pretty busy day that included doing homework, school, and meeting with my sketch team. Luckily, my two events were at night, so it would be cool outside. Comfort wise, my shorts were doing a pretty good job throughout the day. They weren’t too tight, and they were allowing air down there. School was nothing much to talk about. I sat in my lecture for three hours, squirming a little to get comfortable. When I finally did, class was over 10 minutes later. After class, I booked it to my sketch meeting where I was looking for parking for 45 minutes!
Hollywood is insane and obviously just hates people who don’t wear underwear. When I got inside the apartment for the sketch meeting, I sat on the floor because there were no seats left. If I couldn’t get comfortable in my plush chair at school, how the hell was I going to get comfortable on a wooden floor? I was moving around so much, I probably burned 100 calories. It, again, felt like my shorts were doing a little dance with me, but focusing on giving me constant wedgies or camel toes. What a good dance partner! Finally, I found a comfortable spot, and 10 minutes later the group meeting was over. Good timing.
Day 4, Thursday:
Alright, well I just had my first “Oh, crap” moment. I did improv onstage commando tonight. A couple of hours before the show, I was putting my uniform together and then realized my underwear wasn’t going to be a part of it. I swear to you, I almost had a mini freak out. On stage, you want to be as comfortable as you can, and not worry about stray pieces of clothing rubbing up on you down there. Well, I put on my game face and decided to roll with the punches… To my vagina.. from the… clothing. Alright, solid joke, Cheyenne.
I arrived to the theater in somewhat of a panic about my underwear… or no underwear. I was trying to put myself in a good mindset, but I was hot and uncomfortable. I tried to focus on the show, but I couldn’t. I was itchy and could feel a rash developing, and it was freaking me out. The show ended, and I have to say, it wasn’t my best. At least it was because of my lack of underwear and not because of me. As soon as I got home, I took off my sweatpants, and indeed, there was a rash. I immediately took a picture of my frustration. Not a good commando night at all.
Day 5, Friday:
After yesterday’s fiasco, I was bound to make today better. I was going to wear the worlds most comfortable material all day: satin pajama shorts. I was just planning on heading over to my boyfriends house, so I didn’t really mind the fact that it looked like I was heading over to a PJ party. The comfort level was out of this world. Finally, nothing was bugging me down there. To be honest, I was pissed at my vagina, and I don’t think it was that happy with me either… so I gave it some freedom and space.
I arrived at my boyfriend’s house, and we decided to grab something to eat. As soon as I sat in my restaurant seat, I was comfortable. No need to wiggle around or anything. I spent the rest of the day doing homework and then I saw a concert at night. I even wore my PJ shorts to the concert. I’m telling you people, I didn’t mind one bit. I think this was the first time this week that my vagina felt like it could breathe…which is pretty ironic when you think about it.
Day 6, Saturday:
I had plans for a day out with some friends. I never really dress up, but seven my friends were, so I decided to follow suit. My outfit was adorable, but my skirt was short, tight, and the aggravator of all friction. My first thoughts were, “Wow this is uncomfortable, but I’m not going to be going out for too long. I can deal with this.” I decided to bring a pair shorts with me, just in case. We went to grab some lunch, and then headed over to the mall.
With all this walking, my chub rub was on fire. My thighs were rubbing together, causing a rash in between. I hated it. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run into Victoria’s Secret and buy a $40 underwear just to be able to have some on. Then I remembered I brought a pair shorts with me! Success. I explained to my girlfriends what was going on, and they all stared at me like I was insane. Of them said, “Aren’t you afraid of bending over?”. Yes, that’s why I made sure not to drop anything all day. I put on my shorts, and immediately felt better. So, going commando and wearing a skirt DO NOT MIX.
Day 7, Sunday:
My last day! YAY! Today, I wanted to finish off the week by going on a long run. Knowing I wasn’t going to be wearing underwear, I decided to wear the comfiest workout pants I could find. When I put them on, everything felt comfortable, so it was time to go. I begin my run, and about 15 minutes in, I started sweating. I don’t want to go into too much detail, but let’s just say everything became extremely uncomfortable down there as soon as this happened. My workout pants were sticking to me, making it harder to move in a fluid motion.
I tried pushing on, but around the 25 minute mark, I gave up and walked home. I wasn’t sure if maybe I was just having bad luck this week commando-wise, or if going commando was this sucky all the time. Either way, I hopped in the shower, put on some boxers, and did homework the rest of the day. I can’t tell what I’m more excited for…wearing underwear again or Disneyland next week? Hmmm…
Conclusion: Well, I did it and it sucked. Not going to sugarcoat this: going commando is not for me. I can understand how one might feel free and unconstricted, but it was just so uncomfortable. The best way I can describe it was either having a constant wedgie or rash for an entire week. I don’t think I’d ever go commando again unless I ran out of underwear and every store in America was closed. Yeah, I’m pro-underwear and definitely vote #UnderwearFor2016.
Do you ever go commando? Do you agree or disagree with what Cheyenne said about it? Tell us in the comments!