How I’ve Made Peace With My Period!
The most powerful recollections I've of my period are connected with shame.
My first period happened when my mother was on vacation. The idea of telling my father was too humiliating to deal with, and so i anxiously known as her mobile phone in the bathroom, where she brought me to some box of pads and congratulated me-a sentiment Now i find sweet but, at that time, helped me wish to melt right into a puddle and slip with the floorboards.
“I observed bloodstream trickling lower my inner leg and screwed from the library towards the parking area, praying that nobody observed and cursing my body system.”
Another memory comes from my senior high school days. I had been putting on a brief skirt and relaxing in the library, while focusing on an investigation project. I observed bloodstrea...