I love skirts that swirl, dresses that play with colour, that feel like celebration on skin. Yet every time my right thigh meets my left, there’s a sting. A hot, needle-pricking friction that ruins the magic. It starts small, then turns red and raw. By the end of a long day, I’m walking like someone who just finished a marathon I never signed up for.
It’s a discomfort many women know too well but rarely name. Thigh chafing, also called chub rub, doesn’t care about body type or size. It’s the unspoken sting of skin meeting skin. It’s the silent reason some women skip their favourite skirts or dresses, especially when the sun is unforgiving.