If you’re douching “to feel fresh”—
You’re sabotaging a masterpiece.

If you’re blasting antiseptics down there like it’s a car wash—
You’re burning cash and balance.

Let’s get raw.

Your vagina?

She’s a self-cleaning wonder.

Her pH is genius, with bacterial harmony and built-in armor.

Douching?

It’s like throwing bleach on a rainforest.

It disrupts your magic.
Inviting chaos loaded with infections, dryness, betrayal.

As yeast throws parties with STI welcome mats, odour worsen.

That's why I scream “Stop Now.”

Here’s a way out for you:

Ditch the bottles.
Trash the “feminine” sprays and those vag1na self-acclaimed cleansers.

Wash externally with water—that’s it.

Put on cotton underwear.

Hydrate like your life depends on it (it does) but not turning frog

If dryness screaming?

Lube is your ally.
Anchored on the right nutrition.
Not scented soaps.
Not fruit juices.
Not quick fixes.

Your cure isn’t in a PHARMACY aisle, it's in a FARMACY dial

It’s in trusting your body’s genius.

Stop rinsing what's already pure.
Trust the design and let it breath.
Live unedited without slaughtering good bacteria.

So that Odogwu will be proud he visited a tourist centre.

Wake up and leave the wonder, flawless.