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This young woman was observed mid-flight engaging in a discussion about genital hygiene. We encourage you to share this information.

 

The genital area, along with the surrounding skin, is quite sensitive and can be easily harmed. There are several methods to safeguard and care for your genital skin—discover more details below.

It is advisable to wash your genitals using plain water or an emollient. While water alone is acceptable, we suggest using an emollient such as aqueous cream, Diprobase, or Double Base.

These products can be found at pharmacies, supermarkets, or online, and they are quite affordable.

You can apply the emollient like a cream to your genital skin before bathing or showering, as it will create a barrier against soaps and shampoos. Be sure to rinse the area thoroughly after washing. Emollients are safe for daily application. If you experience dryness in the genital area, consider applying some before bedtime each night.

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