Let’s talk about a very different kind of self-care: If you have a vagina, you should be wiping front to back.
A friend of mine was getting a bunch of UTIs and she got some great advice from *ahem* a friend:
You wipe front to back right?
When you use the bathroom and you wipe, you wipe front to back?
No, how do you even do that?
I called my mom.
Can you imagine? She didn’t know to wipe front to back.
Yes, I didn’t know either.
What!? But I remember dad reminding me when I was a kid. The only memory I have of being potty trained is him telling me “your plumbing is internal so you wipe front to back.”
Yes. I didn’t know, I got a lot of infections, a doctor told me to wipe front to back. So when I had a kid I told your dad that we were gonna teach you that.
Every time I see a Gyno for a yeast infection we have this conversation:
Do you wipe front to back
YES! WHO DOESNT?!
So there you go. If your plumbing is internal you wipe front to back. You don’t want any fecal matter in those delicate ecosystems.
Because I love you and I didn’t post yesterday, here is a history of the condom.
Know any young people in need of some clarification? Or any adults in need of a refresher course?
I like to think that I know a lot about how bodies work and I was shocked at some of this information.
Pass it on. Share the knowledge, share the love.
I’ve been waxing my legs lately.
I’m finding that the part when my legs are hairless isn’t even my favorite part. My favorite part is that I finally feel comfortable wearing a dress with hairy legs.
The rule is that you have to let the hair get long enough to pull out so there are days when it’s… long enough to pull out. And on those days, if it’s hot outside then that’s the right answer.
And that feels great enough every day to make up for 30 minutes once every few weeks.
I went to a yoga class yesterday. And the teacher kept telling us: You are enough. You are good at yoga. You are good enough.
Every single time she said it tears came to my eyes.
I felt completely ridiculous.
And yet it felt so good.
The other wonderful thing she said was that you’re allowed to be uneven. You’re allowed to feel strong in some places and unsure in others. You’re allowed to push yourself one day and treat yourself the next. Notice how the same pose can feel different on your two sides.
We will never be the same again.
But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.
– Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 75 – “Through the Narrow Place” [x]
I’m incredibly proud of my relationship with my body, especially my breasts. And why wouldn’t I be? They’re perfect. The left is called “Per” and the right is called “Fect”.
And nothing makes me feel more grateful, not for them so much as for my comfort with them, as this series from The Cut.
The slideshow is amazing.
In a long life breasts are many things to many people. Sexualized, ignored, too much, too little.
It rings so true that even though some of the notes disagree with each other, you can agree with all of them. One may be complaining about them weighing too much, and another can be about them feeling too small, and it’s possible to agree with both.
It gives you permission to feel whatever you do feel about them.
There are so many images of breasts in the world. If you have breasts it can feel like they’re always on display, for comment. Subject to someone else’s lens, typified by their own preferences.
There’s something so different about the only important qualifier being your personal feelings about your own personal body.
I was hanging out with a guy yesterday and he was telling me a story about when his ex challenged him to think about sex in a way he never had before. He said he was interested in a threesome and so did she. It wasn’t until later that he realized that the mental image she was constructing was different than his.
But he readily admits that through that first eye-opening relationship with a beautiful bohemian european he realized a not so noble truth.
Not slut-shaming women results in better sex.
Across the board.
This isn’t exactly the best reason to root out slut-shaming in our culture but it might be the one that makes the best bumper sticker. Is anyone good at photoshop?