As a young woman growing up in the 1960s, I had raised with stringent instructions on”appropriate body picture.” A way was sitting; I was designed to appear, move, and touch my body which followed particular criteria of protocol. No fixing the area or even a bra strap always sitting with my thighs still wearing clean underwear; also high waisted cotton types to get absorption and coverage. You have a point. There were strict rules to the sort of gym shorts in the amount of my skirt on that made me moan from my gym locker’s joys, I was forced to put. Life in my teens was constantly painstakingly embarrassing and tough.