dear collection of thongs, this is a little over due. i'm sorry to report that we won't be seeing each other any time soon, or ever for that matter. you were there for me in all those tight pants, skinny jeans and of course numerous dresses i wore daily especially in new york. you saved my ass (literally) of my underwear line being spotted. i appreciate all the times we had. i was able to befriend so many of you due to my part time employment at victoria's secret, which quickly led to my addiction to buying matching panties (yes i did just type panties) and bras that, at the time, i thought were "oh so sexy." but, old friend, times have changed and well, i apologize, but you and all your friends have been replaced. your services are no longer needed or appreciated thanks to pregnancy and after birth's gift of hemorrhoid flare ups, one of the things no one tells you as a mama . i have new priorities now: like first and foremost: not subjecting my ass t