My body has always been a hot topic of conversation. Whether someone was commenting on how great it looked after I lost 20 kilos in my 20s or an ex-boyfriend was asking what had happened to it in my 30s. No conversations about my body have, however, been greater than the ones I have had with myself.
But the one thing that I try and remind myself over and over again is the fact that my body tells the most beautiful story of my entire 38-year-old life.
The story of my two beautiful daughters.
The postpartum stretch marks across my abdomen and upper thighs act like a road map, detailing the strenuous journey my body has taken to grow and house life.
The thinning of my once thick hair representing the fuel and nutrients that my body shared with them so that they could grow strong and healthy.
And the sporadic little wees that happen when I laugh too hard are a reminder that my vagina pushed itself to the limits so that I could meet my baby girls (and that I should have done my kegels).
But there are solutions for all of that stuff now. If you want to hide it, you can. If you want to thicken it, you can. And if you want to protect yourself from the embarrassment of a little yellow trail escaping onto the kitchen floor, you can. And I do!
12 years ago I would have hid in the undie aisle while I bought them, but today, I not only buy my Bonds Damn Dry Undies to protect against light bladder leakage with pride, but I will also show them to anyone who asks.
With moisture management technology that neutralises odour and wicks away from wetness to keep you fresh all day, they feel and look like regular undies and are made with Aussie cotton.