I was beginning to think that maybe I had an abnormally low hanging vagina or something.
I don't think so.
It's pretty high and tight. Ish.
The irritation I would get from wearing pants would be unbearable at times. It's not like I had camel toe or anything, it's just that any sort of pressure felt so horrible. I've tried everything, and almost relegated myself to a lifetime of skirts.
Because that was the best advice my doctor could come up with:
Wear skirts. Don't call me, I'll call you if there are any medical breakthroughs in the field. Good luck with all... this.
Enter new pants. The Gap makes these Boyfriend fit khakis that may have just saved my life. They are cute, nice enough for work, and feel as good as a cool breeze on a hot crotch.
I'm writing a letter to ask if they will be the official pants of mysteriously sore pussies everywhere as soon as I come up with a way to talk about dysfunctional vaginas that sounds like I'm not a crazy person asking for free pants for all of us. $50 is kind of steep, but worth every penny.
I'm going to see if I can get us a deal.