Between us.
Write to Miss Understood without putting your story forward for publication.
THE STORIES BEHIND “I KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF.”
Letters to
Miss Understood.
Some things are easier to put in a letter.
The appointment you still think about. The answer you waited years for. The part you haven’t said out loud.
Start with “Dear…”Your words. Your name—or not. Your choice.
You don’t need a perfect ending
to tell your story.
Maybe you have an answer. Maybe you’re still looking. This is a place for the whole experience, in your own words.
I personally read every single letter.
You will be seen. You will be heard.
I promise you that.
Every letter begins as a letter to me. You decide whether it stays private or becomes something another woman can find herself in.
With you in the questions,Miss Understood
YOU SET THE BOUNDARIES
One letter. Your choice.
Let her feel less alone.
Offer your letter for anonymous sharing. Leave out details you don’t want others to recognize.
Put your name to it.
Offer your letter for sharing with your first name, a pen name, or your full name.
Sharing is always a separate choice. A letter is never a newsletter signup.
WHEN YOU’RE READY
There’s room
for your story.
A few lines or a few pages. You don’t need to make it polished, inspiring, or easy to hear.
Need a place to start?
- What did you know before anyone believed you?
- What do you wish someone had asked?
- What would you tell a woman going through it now?
You decide how much to share. Please leave out other people’s names and contact details.
PEN, PAPER, AND A POSTAGE STAMP
More of a
handwritten person?
There’s something special about a letter you can hold. We’d love to make room for those, too.
POSTAL OPTION IN DEVELOPMENTSOMETHING WE COULD BUILD TOGETHER
One day,
a book of our words.
A collection of what we lived, what we knew, and what we’re still asking.
Together, our stories can show the world why women’s sexual health and wellness deserve to be heard, understood, and prioritized—in research, in care, and in everyday life. Our bodies matter. Our experiences matter. It’s time the world treated them that way.