Best Underwear for Women (Sexy and Comfortable)

My recommendation for the most comfortable, pretty, no panty line showing underwear out there.

I'm 40 and I have had two children. I just don't want to wear a thong anymore. I'll take comfort over sexy. At this point in our lives with two busy careers and two busy children, my husband is just happy if he gets laid semi-regularly. I don't think he is even paying attention to my underwear. Looking at my cellulite in a thong doesn't make me feel attractive either. However, I'm not dead yet, and I want to feel attractive, and comfortable, and I don't want panty lines, so what's a girl to do?

Enter Soma Vanishing Edge series from Soma (www.soma.com).
They disappear under your clothes, even the sheerest of summer dresses, and they stay put thanks to these little gripper strips on the cheeks. They are super comfy too and come in microfiber and cotton. I have used both. I don't wear them to the gym though because they are my "fancy" underwear.

Speaking of gyms and underwear..... underwear under your gym leggings or no? One of the bff's goes commando, but I just can't do it. It doesn't feel right. Like riding in a car without a seatbelt it just feels like something is missing, and I feel vulnerable. Maybe I have deeper trust issues, I don't know, but until I get those sorted out, I'm wearing undies under my leggings. The undies I've been wearing are Hanes Boyfriend Hipster 3pack briefs. They are cotton, so breathable, and they stay put. Plus they have a little of this fighter/boxer thing going on, so it makes me feel like I am out there kicking ass Rocky style. I love them, but you can see panty lines under leggings. I don't care, but if that's an issue for you, skip these.

So fellow bff's, what's your go to undies? What other amazing panties am I missing? Leave your favorites for the rest of us below.

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