Yes, lingerie makes me feel feminine, and I've experimented with more daring silhouettes over time. For Christmas, I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a red satin bustier push-up bra and high-waisted briefs with an attached sash. It wrapped around my torso and tied at the back with a bow, like a present.
I have a boyfriend now, and when I debuted my "hot" new look in front of him, I'm sure he enjoyed it. But my lingerie isn't a gift to him, and of that, he's well aware. In fact, he rolls his eyes when I take an extra 20 minutes to pack my underthings in my suitcase before a trip, because I want to make sure each bra is equipped with the right partner.
My boyfriend and my mother (and many other members of my family who buy me VS gift cards during the holidays) know that I wear lingerie for me, and no one else. I wear lingerie because it reminds me of leaving home and heading to school for the first time, fueled with a newfound energy and the knowledge that I alone decide what goes on (or in!) my body.
I wear lingerie because I like the way it hugs my curves and my butt cheeks. It lifts my small little A cups and, while my bralettes may not give me any cleavage at all, they make me feel proud of the figure I was blessed with. I wear lingerie because it fits me — possibly better than any flattering LBD or snug pair of jeans ever will. Lingerie makes me feel like a woman, and if that's not the best feeling in the world, I don't know what is.