This is what it means if you find a “bleach” spot on your underwear

This is what it means if you find a “bleach” spot on your underwear:

The Internet and the huge amount of information it offers are very useful tools for many reasons that anyone can list.

It seems to have a lot of benefits for our daily lives, but the fact that it’s a never-ending source of shared knowledge may be what makes it the best invention of the last few hundred years.

If you know where to look, there is no subject you can’t read up on and no answer you can’t find. We can solve mysteries that would have been impossible to solve for decades with just a few clicks of the mouse or keystrokes on the keyboard.

In the past few years, many old myths have been busted online. At the same time, life hacks and helpful hints have become common knowledge, when only a few people knew them.

For example, have you ever thought about why your underwear looks like it has a bleach spot on it? If you have, you’re not the only one. Women looking for answers have asked the same question online.

As well as answers they found. It turns out that those spots of color have nothing to do with your machine, as some people thought.

Different news sources say that these “bleach” spots are actually caused by the vagina’s natural pH levels.

VA

Related Posts

My parents always branded me as a “stupid child” because I was left-handed

The knuckles of my left hand always ache when the barometric pressure drops, a dull, thrumming reminder of a childhood spent in a state of siege. I…

My sister-in-law had no idea that I owned the elite private school she was desperate to get her son into

The waiting room of Sterling Academy did not smell like a school. It smelled of lavender polish, aged leather, and the distinct, crisp scent of old money….

I never told my husband that I quietly bought the hospital chain he works for

The penthouse at The Belvedere, perched high above the Upper East Side, was not a home. It was a 6,000-square-foot monument to the ego of one man….

My preg/nant daughter texted me, “Dad, save me.

The vibration of the phone on the nightstand was a whisper, but to me, it sounded like a gunshot. I was awake instantly. My eyes snapped open,…

My daughter sent the bully boy—twice her size—to the ER in self-defense

Chapter 1: The Staged Fall The call came at 2:14 PM on a Tuesday. I remember the time because I was in the middle of writing a…

I never told my parents that I was the one who repurchased our old family house

Part 1: The Masquerade of Ownership The champagne flutes chimed together, a crystalline sound that echoed through the vaulted foyer of the Thorne Manor. It was a…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *