The Struggles of Being on Your Period
For something that happens as frequently and predictably as periods, you would think there would be no struggles. Just kidding. That’s a fantasy. We bleed for crying out loud. Granted, we’re all at that stage in our life where we’ve endured m-a-n-y a menstrual cycle, so we’ve learned to be equipped and ready for the red to strike at any monthly moment. We can prepare for our periods all the way dow to the outfits we wear and number of tampons in our purse, pockets, and even the compartments in our cars (gotta be ready at any moment), and yet we still find it hard to love Aunt Flow.
The guessing game of “is it coming this week or next week?”
You tried keeping a Google calendar, but then you foolishly thought you could maintain a mental calendar. So here we are.
Sleeping with the paranoia of ruining your sheets
Timing your Motrin doses to correspond with every part of your schedule that involves leaving the house
You don’t want to hurt anyone with your glass-shattering glare, but you also don’t want to die in the middle of a budget meeting.
Canceling out half your wardrobe because bloat and bleeding through things are valid fashion accommodations
Three meals and a snack are not NEARLY enough
Biblical cramps that make you rethink having children
Followed immediately by that maternal instinct to cry while watching puppy and baby videos.
Forgetting an extra pad when your flow is un-amusingly heavy
And you pray to the period gods there's an extra tampon hiding somewhere in your purse
Of course it’s on the day you’re not around any other women.
Trying to remember how long you’ve had your tampon in
Take it out too early and you’ll have wasted a perfectly absorbent piece of period-protection. Take it out too late and you’ll maybe die of toxic shock syndrome (according to all those horror health-related articles you read in high school).
When it’s all over and you can go back to wearing white skirts, just remember, no one understands love-hate relationships like women on their period. If you can bleed once a month and still go to work and pretend everything’s fine, you can do anything.
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