Wearing the same bra for at least a week.
Wearing that one bra about once every six weeks because it’s the only one that works with a certain top, and never actually washing it.
Wearing old bras that are definitely the wrong size now, but you just can’t bear to part with them.
Putting a bra in the washing basket, and then taking it out again when you realize how uncomfortable all your other ones are.
Examining your tampon after it’s been ~in you~.
And realizing that “blood” is a pretty weak description of what a period actually is.
Getting your pubes trapped in a pad’s “wings.”
Really enjoying digging out ingrown hairs.
Having whole sessions with the tweezers where you get every single one.
Making hair art on the shower walls from all the hair that falls off your head.
And finding it quite satisfying to pull out those stray hairs that get stuck in your bum crack.
Twiddling your pubes in a totally non-sexy way.
Owning a pair of scissors that you exclusively use to trim your pubes.
Also giving them a haircut while sitting on the toilet and marvelling at the amount you can trim off.
But also being terrified you’ll accidentally snip something very important.
Removing all your pubes and then being freaked out by your naked vagina.
Removing all your pubes and enjoying the ~breeze~.
Removing all your pubes and regretting it instantly because you look like an oversized baby.
Owning old knickers where your pubes have actually managed to wear a hole through the front.
Still wearing these old knickers and creating a lil’ pube ponytail through the hole secretly thinking this is definitely a good look.
Eating a piece of food that has fallen into their cleavage.
Using their bra as pockets, because let’s face it: Women’s jeans pockets are completely useless.
Storing something in their bra, forgetting about it, and only remembering it when you take off your bra that night and it just falls out.
Mastering taking off your bra without removing your top.
And doing this pretty much every time you get home from work.
Playing with your own boobs in the mirror.
Squishing them together and wishing you could get a bra that was half as good as your own hands.
Pushing them up to your chin to see what you’d look like in a corset from the olden days.
Pushing them down to see what they’ll look like when they become sagging.
Plucking your nipple hairs.
And the ones around your belly button.