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There was a period of my life when I could look in the mirror and no longer see myself clearly. I could see my body that I always had. But now I could identify every individual feature and my perception of the woman looking back at me had become so tangled up in comparison that I no longer knew which thoughts were actually mine. At one point, I dated someone whose relationship with pornography—and specific fixation on ONLY women with very large breasts—became deeply disruptiv

There was a time when lingerie wasn’t just something women threw on underneath their clothes because it was expected. It was intentional. Women carefully selected fabrics, lace, silhouettes, ribbons, embroidery. They stored delicate pieces in special drawers and vanity cabinets. Some even kept handwritten perfume sachets between silk slips and corsets. Long before modern fast fashion, lingerie was often deeply personal — not necessarily for anyone else to see, but because it

Hi. I don’t know you, but I do know you. Because I was you. I’m 38. I work a full-time job where I’ve been pushing hard for a promotion, constantly trying to prove myself, and when I’m not working… I’m sneaking snacks in the pantry while my kids are arguing. My days are a blur of responsibilities, to-do lists, and making sure everyone else is taken care of. Most days I throw my hair up and call it “good enough,” and somewhere along the way… I just stopped really seeing myself