GOT A WEDGIE

It’s the morning after your period survival saga ⛅️
You’re up & dressed. You’ve even survived one of Grandma’s “back in my day” rants.
But something… ain’t sitting right - literally.

Your pad has somehow shifted into origami mode and is now giving you the wedgie of doom.🥴

You’re pulling. Squirming. Doing that awkward “my-underwear-is-attacking-me” shuffle across the living room.

Grandma doesn’t miss a beat. She looks up from her tea☕️ and raises a perfectly arched eyebrow🤨

“Bit of a dance you’re doing there, possum. Pads can be fussy. You know… period undies exist now, right? No shifting. No sticking. No wedgies. Game. Changer.” 

She gives you a wink😉 like she’s just handed over the keys to the universe🗝️