But there was Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman. She was smart. She was strong. She was a career woman with super powers. She had mad skills in crime fighting, and she had dark hair – like mine – in a sea of sun-bleached blonds.
I loved Wonder Woman. I had a pair of Wonder Woman Underoos that I wore under my regular clothes for YEARS. I wore those suckers until they were full of runs like a pair of stockings, until they could no longer contain my growing body.
While the physical Wonder Woman tank and panties I wore is nothing more than polyester pieces long buried in a landfill, I don’t think I ever really took it off. I think the strength and bad assery that is Wonder Woman kind-of sunk beneath my skin through those years of wearing that secret superhero uniform underneath my everyday duds.
Next week, I’m attending a blog conference where I will be surrounded by 4000 Wonder Women. It’s my first BlogHer conference, and being a newbie can be pretty intimidating. I know I’ll be inspired by all of these amazing women, and when I feel my anxiety beginning to try to take hold, I’ll remember my own special powers, emblazoned on my soul like a soaring, golden eagle – and a pair of starry underwear.