Your body is a master engineer; the tampon has nowhere to go. It cannot get lost in your insides—your cervix blocks the path like a polite bouncer at a club. The only way out is the way it came in.
Remember that time you dropped your keys between the car seat and the console? You took a breath, wiggled your hand, and found them. This is the exact same vibe, just a little more personal. You have all the tools you need.
