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5 Things to Know Before Buying Best Period Panties

The Best Period panties are designed to absorb menstrual flow and provide a reusable and Eco-friendly option for managing periods. Their popularity has grown due to the increasing demand for sustainable and convenient menstrual products. The menstrual hygiene industry continues to evolve, with various products and innovations emerging to meet the diverse needs of users. Period panties are just one option among many, and the future may see further developments and improvements in menstrual care. Let’s get to know more about them.

Is Period Panty Safe?

The Period panties are designed from natural and synthetic materials, including cotton, metal ions, and waterproof compounds. Although PFAS may be present in some types of period underwear, there is currently no proof that this is harmful to human health. You can wear period underwear for about 12 hours a day. However, it is imperative that you wash it properly post-use and make sure it is scorched before you plan to use it again. Feeling wetness, skin irritation, or seeing blood on your clothes can indicate that you need to change the pair because the underwear has absorbed all it can.

The Ultimate Guide: 5 Things to Know Before Buying Period Panties

Welcome to our comprehensive guide on period panties! If you’re considering switching to these innovative menstrual products, there are a few key factors to remember before making your purchase. From materials to sizing, we’ve covered you with the essential information you need. Let’s dive into the five things you should know before buying period panties.

Material Matters for Comfort and Sustainability:

 One of the first considerations when choosing period panties is the material. Opt for breathable and moisture-wicking fabrics like organic cotton or bamboo to ensure comfort throughout your menstrual cycle. Additionally, explore options that align with your sustainability values for an Eco-friendly period solution.

Understanding Absorption Levels:

Different period panties offer varying levels of absorbency. It’s crucial to understand your menstrual flow and choose the right absorption level accordingly. Whether you have a light, medium, or heavy flow, there are period panty options designed to keep you feeling confident and protected.

Proper Sizing for Maximum Effectiveness:

To ensure the effectiveness of period panties, it’s essential to choose the right size. Refer to the brand’s size chart and shoot yourself accurately. A proper fit not only enhances comfort but also ensures that the panties provide the intended protection against leaks.

Maintenance Tips for Longevity:

Period panties require special care to maintain their effectiveness and longevity. Follow the manufacturer’s care instructions, which typically involve rinsing them in cold water before machine washing. Avoid using fabric softeners and harsh detergents to preserve the absorbent qualities of the material.

Explore Style Options and Designs:

Best Period panties come in a variety of styles and designs. From classic briefs to thongs, there’s an option for every preference. Consider your style and choose period panties that not only meet your functional needs but also make you feel confident and comfortable during your period.

 Armed with these five essential considerations, you’re ready to make an informed decision when purchasing period panties. Remember to prioritize comfort, sustainability, and functionality to find the perfect fit for your menstrual needs. Happy shopping!

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tw: bondage. Body hair removal. A bit of torture? (imo it would be) teasing. This is just… idk. Weird. Just a blurb about ingrown hair and how Price would handle it.

Price told you when you first got together how he liked his women groomed. He didn’t shy away from it. The man knew what he liked 🤷🏼‍♀️

And that was some hair down there. Be it a bit of scruff or a full bush, he liked his women to have hair.

“Need something to keep that pussy warm while I’m away.” He once joked.

But you had thought it was just that.

A joke.

At least it was until you had shaved everything — and I do mean everything— to be a bit spontaneous and boy were you regretting it now.

John had refused to eat your pussy. At first you thought he was being a right prick refusing you until you felt the scratch of his beard against your very sensitive cunt. You practically pulled him up by his ears while he met you with a cocky “I told you so” look on his face.

You didn’t even like being bare down there, but his smug ass smirk had riled you up. You had insisted on keeping yourself shaved, making John’s eyebrow raise in a challenge. He had warned you what would happen if he wasn’t able to get his mouth on you.

Shame you didn’t listen.

Ingrown hairs and obvious irritation made you feel absolutely disgusting. It was perfectly normal, but the constant scratching like you were trying to relieve an itch from a veenirial infection wasn’t exactly… sexy.

You had passed through it. Making a vow to never do it again….

Until you did.

And John had warned you.

Which was why on the second day after shaving, he had tied you to the bed. You had prepared yourself for a proper fucking only to feel that tickle begin to spread the moment he secured the final cuff.

You didn’t know what a devious fucked you had married. Only John Price would refrain from eating your pussy (his favorite past time) in order to prove a point.

You were nearly in tears after thirty minutes of having the irritation flare up and nothing you could do to relieve it. To make matters worse, John was barely a few inches from your soaked cunt.

“Would love to get my mouth on you, but I don’t wanna hurt you like last time.”

“You won’t,” you promised. Pulling at the restraints. Angling your hips upwards to get closer to him.

“Warned you what would happen if you bothered your pussy again. No need to shave it down. I can see her juuuuust fine.” He teased.

“John, please.” Tears had began to spill from your eyes at this point. Not sure whether from the sexual frustration or the torment of not being able to relief the other ache from between your thighs.

“Promise me you won’t take a bloody razor to this pretty little cunt.” He practically growled, his breath hot against you. In that moment you would have never picked up a razor to shave any part of you if he had asked.

When he was finally satisfied with your pleading, he released you. Telling you when she’s a bit more covered and could handle it, he’ll have you sitting on his face. But for now there was a brand new exfoliation glove in the bathroom that he read would help.

You practically bolted out of the bed. No longer caring about coming six ways to Sunday. You had an itch that you definitely didn’t want John to scratch.

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Why Me?

Lando x Latina!Reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: 18+, brief mentions of razors (in a hair removal way and self harm way), mentions of blood once or twice, bullying, swearing (maybe), angst to fluff, no use of y/n

*ੈ✩‧₊˚word count: 1.5k

*ੈ✩‧₊˚summary: You don't feel good enough or your past experiences haunt you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

You stood in front of the mirror, awkwardly rubbing at the brown skin of your arms, pinching at the hair that was beginning to grow back— the prickly feeling, a reminder of the extra steps you had to take to feel slightly attractive. Shaving every bit of body hair has been your dirty secret since your mom allowed you near a razor. The pink plastic always tucked away in some corner of your bathroom, ready to save you from humiliation. You refused to ever let another person see you like that— refused yourself from being bullied or ridiculed ever again.

The memories of those elementary and early middle school days haunted you, taunting you at every moment those memories slipped into your mind. The awful names the children your age had called you stuck like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe in a busy street— the most pesky type of sticking. It clung and clung, refusing to leave the shoe and its place, leaving behind a tacky feeling that made walking uncomfortable. Those names left that same tacky feeling in your brain that made it impossible to feel comfortable in your skin.

You could still remember the day the boy you liked called you a man. The way he laughed and caused everyone at your table to laugh at you plagued you every day. It crawled into your brain on days when you least wanted it to, reminding you of the innocent childhood love you were denied. The constant whispers and laughter made around you reminded you that you weren’t loved or desired by the people you so desperately wanted to be approved by.

So, as you stood in front of your mirror looking at your sun-deprived, brown, and prickly skin-- you couldn’t help but hate yourself. You hated being the opposite of what everyone wanted. You hated that you were the Latina men wanted when they said they “love Latina women.” You despised the role in the media that women who looked like you had acquired— the maid. It tired you beyond belief to see other brown Latinas be portrayed as such as if you had no other value to society. It felt as if your skin was anything other than the protector it was meant to be. It felt more like a target— a target that yelled: berate me and make me feel like shit. And if your own ethnicity saw your skin as less than others, then what was there to expect from others? But of course, you hadn't always felt like that-- in fact, you had once loved the way you looked.

You sighed, turning the knobs of the shower on, letting it warm a bit before getting into it. You let the warm water hit your body, relaxing your thoughts for a while. The self-hatred and unpleasant memories wash away with the soap. The untouched razor in the corner of the shower finally caught your attention, bringing back everything that had just passed. And as you shakily picked up the razor, you wished you had been “blessed” with lighter skin that came with that hard-to-see body hair. You swiped the razor up and down your arms, cutting away your arm hair and, with it, washing away your shame.

The sudden knock at the door startles you back to reality, though you were sure you were out of it to begin with. “You okay in there? You’ve been in there for quite a while; I’m starting to worry,” your boyfriend yelled through the locked wooden door of the bathroom. The relationship had started two years ago and was everything your younger self had idolized and wished for. 

“I’m fine,” you yelled back, quickly finishing your shower, wrapping a towel around your body, and opening the door.

He smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, swaying you around. “You look beautiful,” he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips, resting his forehead against yours. He was the beautiful one in the relationship that was everyone’s opinion— including your own. Everyone online made it clear that Lando was out of your league, and you believed every word. It didn’t matter how much he told you that he loved you and that he thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

“What’s wrong, love?” He whispers, rubbing his nose against your own, giving you another quick kiss before pulling away completely. He looked at you attentively, analyzing your facial and body expression.

“Why me?” You asked, voice cracking as you attempted to hold back the tears that had snuck up on you. “Why would you want to be with me?”

Lando reached out to gently caress your cheek, wiping away the tears that managed to escape you, “Why not? Why wouldn’t I choose you?”

“Look at me! I’m nothing like the ideal woman, at least not one that someone like you would want!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He scoffed, shaking his head and pulling you closer. 

“It means that you deserve someone who looks like they just walked off a runway show! Stop laughing, Lando, I’m being serious right now,” you push him away, smacking his shoulder out of frustration, stepping back as he outstretched his arms to, once again, wrap them around your body. 

“Come on, there’s no way you’re actually being serious. You know why I love you.”

“It’s hard to know when no one else understands it.”

“It’s not for them to understand! We’ve talked about this, and what did you tell me? You promised that you wouldn’t pay attention to what people say,” he ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his face. 

Of course, you remembered the promise and the million other similar promises. It was easy to make those promises but incredibly hard to keep them– especially when his fans constantly reminded you of your flaws and misfortunes. 

“Sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you. Just get dressed; I’ll wait for you in the living room,” he leaned forward slightly to give you another kiss but hesitated and decided against it. 

"I love you," he said quietly, closing the bedroom door as he walked out, once again leaving you with your thoughts. 

A feeling of nausea settles in the twisting pit of your stomach as you dress into the outfit you had chosen before your shower: a green dress that stops a few inches above your knees with a thin white cardigan. Slowly, you walked out of your shared bedroom, watching as Lando's eyes lit up as soon as he saw you– giving you that toothy smile he always gave you when he was especially happy. The type of smile that always made you feel special and eased your worries, even if it was just temporary. You couldn't help but smile back at him, giving him the same wide smile. "Stop it, you're giving me butterflies," you laugh at the situation; it was strange that he could make you feel so loved with something as simple as a smile.

"Maybe that was the plan... you look beautiful– you always do." He always knew the right things to say and when to say them. You always liked that about him; Lando was confident, and that made him reliable. He knew what he wanted; sure, he didn't have his whole life figured out, but when things went wrong, his confidence made it seem as if plan B was always meant to be plan A. You suppose this is why you had fallen for him so quickly. His ability to fix things that were broken and had gone wrong.

"I love you," You quickly said, wrapping your arms around him– hugging him as tight and close as you possibly could. 

He pushed against you, holding your shoulders with his hands and smiling, "You love me?"

"Yes, so much. More than I could have ever imagined loving someone."

"I love you too. You're so perfect for me in every way– I mean it. You're so kind to people, even when they aren't kind to you. You care so much about everything, and you're so passionate about it. That's why, that's why I love you," he pulled you back into the hug, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

You knew you would continue to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, and that feeling wouldn't go away for a long time. However, as long as you had Lando by your side, it would be a little less painful. "I'm going to remind you that you are beautiful and that what you see as flaws are the things I love most about you for as long as the universe lets me be by your side," he promised, and you knew he would stay true to that.

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Note: this is loosely based on my personal experience so if this isn’t your experience as a Latina, I understand. That being said, everyone deserves love regardless of their skin color, race, or ethnic background. I am extremely sorry if anyone has been told over wise or has been made to feel unloveable. -`♡´-

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The Treatment

By whynotshaveme

Margaret stared at the imposing stone Victorian structure before her, her long red cascading down her back. The St. Dymphna Asylum promised "old-fashioned treatment for female lunatics", and she was about to enter there willingly. She had been warned about the staff, all older, cruel women who took pleasure in their work, but that only fueled her desire to enter their care. Margaret was here to submit.

The heavy iron gates closed behind her with a loud, echoing clang. Inside, the asylum was as grim as she had imagined with its dimly lit hallways and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. She was greeted by a stern matron named Nurse Agnes, her gray hair tied in a tight bun, eyes cold and unfeeling.

"I see that you're here for the two month treatment plan," said the nurse coldly.

Margaret nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

Nurse Agnes slapped her. "I wasn't asking you. I was telling you." Then she looked at Margaret's hair. “Shame about that pretty hair. Follow me. We'll take care of it."

Without another word, Nurse Agnes lead her down a hallway until they reached a small, windowless room with a single metal chair bolted to the floor.

“Strip,” she commanded.

Margaret’s hands shook as she removed her clothes. She soon stood naked, except for her hair. Nurse Agnes pulled out a pair of clippers, and motioned for her to sit in the chair. She did as she was told, her breath quickening as she felt the cold metal press against her bare skin.

Nurse Agnes said, gripping a fistful of Margaret’s hair. “No turning back now.”

The clippers buzzed to life. Margaret teared up as they began their work. She kept silent though. This was what she wanted—no, needed. The clippers did not stop until her scalp was stubble. Her eyebrows were next, the thin lines disappearing under the merciless blades. But they weren’t finished. Two other older nurses entered the room, equally cold and severe, one of them holding a straight razor and a bowl of water. They lathered up Marget's scalp and eyebrows and shaved her smooth.

Then Nurse Agnes ordered Margaret to stand with her legs spread wide. She stood up, trembling as they lathered her privates and began shaving her bare, removing the last traces of her womanhood. The humiliation was thorough.

When they were done, Nurse Agnes inspected Margaret's body, nodding approvingly. “You're now ready to begin treatment,” she said, smacking her bald head.

For the next two months, Margaret was subjected to a brutal regimen of treatments. Each morning began with an ice bath that sent shockwaves through her body. They would keep her there until her mind went blank from the shock.

Afterward came the "treatment" for hysteria, vibrator sessions meant to "calm her". Nurse Agnes and her team would strap her down on a table, spread her legs, and insert the vibrating machine inside her. They laughed as they watched her writhe.

In the seventh week, the final phase of her treatment was revealed.

Nurse Agnes approached Margaret one morning. “It’s time to make sure you don’t breed. Can’t have lunatics like you spreading your defects.”

Margaret’s stomach churned. She knew what this meant. Sterilization. Still, she allowed the nurses to bring her to the operating theater and strap her to the table. She stared at the cold, flickering light above her as the doctor, the first man that she's seen in weeks, cut into her. She would never bear children. That choice was taken from her as one final humiliation.

When the final day of her stay arrived, Margaret was shaved from head to toe one last time by the nurses. They called it her "goodbye present". Then they escorted her to the gates.

“Any return visitors are automatic candidates for lobotomization,” said Nurse Agnes, her tone implying that she'd expected to see Margaret again.

Margaret didn’t reply. Instead, she sat down on the bench in front of the asylum. As she waited for her cab, a mere shell of her former self, she thought how wonderful the sun felt on her skin. It was the only thought in her head.

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