As 20-something girls, how have we not discussed periods yet? Here it is ladies (and guys who know a lady, love a lady, or were raised by a lady - hint: that's all of you!) Biology gave girls what’s been dubbed a period. Aunt Flo. The Big P. Bloody Mary. Whatever she’s called in your house, you have biology to thank. And from such a young age, most of us revere it. With the pain and inconvenience it causes, rightfully so.
Boys could never handle the realities of a period. Can you for a second imagine how they would react to pulling down their pants and seeing bloody murder in their underwear? Or worse, having to remove a tampon? Girls - education, positions of power, sky high stilettos, impossible social standards aside - are superstars for thriving through one week a month (that’s 12 weeks a year, friends) of something boys just couldn’t handle. And we manage to do it so coyly, with such grace, that most people don’t even know it’s happening. Sure, they try their best to associate a bad mood with your monthly visitor but their accusations are often off which teaches them never to guess again. Why, I ask, have periods always been so taboo, not to be discussed?
With a mindset like that, how could periods ever be made better? Not just in Canada, or in North America, but for women all over the world, including developing countries lacking resources for girls to have what we in North America take for granted every single day in overpriced/taxed tampons and pads.
This is all to preface what it is I wanted to share and that is the inspiring tale of THINX. What I thought was just another ad popping up on my Facebook page (did we or did we not all get suckered into those hammock in a bag blow up chair things?), ended up being an uber inspiring half hour of soaking up (hehe) the entirety of their website. Started by two sisters, their mission was to inflict change through innovation. Enough said, I’m a sucker for that kind of mantra.
You know me, curious and always down for a new experience. Having been a trail blazer and early invester in the Diva Cup way back when, and suffering monthly from the irritation of pads and tampons, I was keen to see if this product was too good to be true. A couple clicks, and a splurge on express shipping, and these babies were all mine.
I anxiously awaited their arrival, knowing it would time perfectly with the ol' girl. My first thought when I saw the package was how small it was. Sure, I’d ordered a size small but I expected them to come in a large box for some reason… maybe I’d assumed they’d be thick and diaper like? I’m not sure. So when I tore into the small bag, out came a silky pair of black lace-band undies. Super cute and super, non-period panty -esque. They were thin, had zero resemblance to a diaper, but admittedly weighed heavier than expected.
When I first put them on I couldn’t believe how nicely they fit. I was a proud Costco underwear girl for a lot of years, before social standards and maturation saw me swap em out for Victoria’s Secret. And let me tell you, my THINX fit better than either… no riding up, no puckering, no tush cush.
The label said the pair I ordered could hold two tampons worth so here we go. I would usually use three or four regular tampons in the course of a day so putting these on around noon should mean they last me the rest of the day with no leaks or surprises. Right?
Noon: my goodness these are comfy. I don’t think I’ll wear pants today, just my THINX. And I’m going to sit on my white duvet cover while I’m at it.
2:12pm: I officially have to pee. The moment of truth… let’s see what we’re dealing with… [pulls pants down].... I was shocked to see how dry the undies were. I even dabbed to see if I just wasn’t seeing anything because they are black fabric. But nope, everything had been absorbed into the technological fabric. I didn’t have a diaper on, I wasn’t sitting in my own glory. When I pulled my pants back up I was dry and comfortable.
3:35pm: Weekly pilgrammage to Wal-Mart, here I come. Taking my new undies for a spin in public wearing light grey sweatpants… Whether sweatpants in public is a faux pas in this upscale California neighbourhood remains to be seen, will update when I return.
4:48pm: I’m home from Wal-Mart where I was the only one in sweatpants. But back off prudes, they’re Lulu sweats and this is a Wal-Mart for god sakes. I digress… The fact I even had time to worry about my sweatpants as a social statement tells me that worrying about a blood stain on the back was not top of mind. Not once did I feel like my THINX were failing me, not once did I feel like I had a bulge of cotton under my hooha.
I get it, you’re reading this and thinking okay, sure. But what about the washing, Mad? It's gotta be gross. As per the instructions, I gave them a rinse as soon as I took them off, hung them in the shower to dry, then tossed them in my laundry bin. Voila, washed them with the rest of my laundry, hung them to dry again, and they were ready to wear. There really was nothing to it.
Seriously, that easy. Not gross. Non-invasive (if you were hesitant to try the Diva Cup because you didn’t wanna get all up in there). And super duper stylish. As a 20-something, not having to worry about your period as you keep up with your busy daily grind is a must. Ain't nobody got time for that.
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