How can you buy trinkets to keep clothes attached to your body, and diaper-quality absorbent “liners” for your tits, underarms, and gunt, and still use words in relation to your body like “tummy”, “lower belly”, “tummy flap” and “belly apron”
Month-old kittens have cute round bellies. Toddlers use words like “tummy ache”
Adult woman won't say about her hygiene pads that they’re “comfortable for sensitive pee-pee.” You won't call breast “mommy’s sippy.” Where is they mind going after they cross the line of special products.
What do they think, putting these liners between foldS for the first time? Do they feel as woman, who first used tampon instead of the stick-to-every-mucous-place cotton ball? Or do they feel horror, that gets rationalized on a whim just for never surfacing again?
How do they feel when they become aware that they didn't wipe their anus well enough and there is something still there, but nothing they can do about it. You can't just fat-activist yourself and pull on underwear and get on your way. There are only so many activists-crazy-persons out there, and yet they have huge following. All those people can't close their eyes with some IG profile. Even hardcore Christians feel despair and mourn after the death of their loved one, despite their religion being all about life after death.
I apologize for blabbering. I am not MATI. I am just trying to imagine how they - those unknown average nobodies buying pads on Amazon, - feel.
I can't even try to be snarky. That picture hit me hard.