We talk about the menstrual cycle like it’s a subject unthinkable to have out loud-
Because when we go to the restroom, we hide our tampons in our waist band.
We whisper when we ask for change so that we can get .25c to buy a pad in the local gas station because we’re in Georgia and the preacher is behind us and God forbid he know
I bleed out of my vagina 5 days out of every month ———
We feel embarrassed going to the gynecologist because we’ve seen it on television and that table doesn’t look convincing
We lack a proper communication segment in public school systems because in seventh grade when I bled straight through my pants in a huge red puddle, my teacher told me to “wait the day out.”
Because in the most recent publication of mental disorders, the authors had the audacity to add PMDD (premenstrual dysmorphic disorder) to the list along with side effects of “mood swings,” “hopelessness,” and “suicide” because it still hasn’t been accepted that what is happening is natural
We are females and we make up right at 50% of the population.
We are females and we have all been asked if it is “that time of the month.”
We are females and we have all asked a friend to casually walk behind us to make sure we didn’t bleed through our new outfit.
We are females but we cannot talk about our bodies without fear.
I refuse to quiet the subject of the bleeding female body.
Anything men can do, women can do bleeding.
