At 38, after my second pregnancy, everything shifted.
My cycle came back heavier. Less predictable. The pads I’d worn since I was 14 weren’t cutting it anymore — even the “ultra” ones meant changing every two hours, panicking before meetings, sleeping on towels.
I tried every period underwear on Amazon. Most were synthetic. Scratchy. Smelled like a plastic bag by hour six. The ones that claimed “bamboo” were 5% bamboo viscose, 95% polyester.
So I called my friend Aisha — a textile scientist who’d spent a decade working on performance fabrics at MIT — and asked the obvious question: