Hello, I’m Claire.

Moodie began on a long, silent drive back from an appointment with my doctor.

I had gone in because intimacy had turned painful. Like sandpaper. Like razor blades. I expected an answer. Instead he shrugged and told me “that’s just how it goes.”

“I sat in the parking lot and cried. Not over the pain. Over the shrug.”

Then I went looking for a solution, and what I found only made me angrier. Neon pink gadgets. Noisy websites designed for 25-year-olds. Flimsy foam wedges that looked like hospital gear. Lubricants that lasted about a minute. Pills I was afraid to swallow. Not one thing made for the woman I had become. A woman who once felt beautiful. A woman who still wanted closeness with her husband. A woman who had been told, in a hundred quiet ways, that this chapter of her life was finished.

I wasn’t the problem. My age wasn’t the problem. The problem was that no one had ever built the right thing for women like us.

So I made it myself.

I brought in pelvic floor specialists and gynecologists. We designed it to look like something that belongs on a nightstand. We made certain it arrives in a plain box.

The first night I used the pillow, I cried all over again. That time it was relief.

That is the reason Moodie is here. And this is only the start. Because a woman isn’t a single problem waiting to be fixed. She is an entire person, living through an entire chapter of her life. I want Moodie to be the place she can keep coming back to. Not for one thing. For everything. A brand that grows alongside her. A brand that never leaves her alone in this again.

If you have ever felt unseen, this brand was made for you.

With love,
Claire