Rest assured, you don’t have a bun in the oven.
Let me tell you about the (bloody) worst day of my life.
Your body is trying to tell you something.
It was a very hot December day when I decided to go into battle with my mortal enemy – The Tampon.
Despite our strides toward gender equality, it seems menstruation is still shameful, and must, at all costs, be hidden.
And it’s all thanks to our period.
It all began with adolescent me, a bathroom, and a box of tampons.
My period of pads and tampons is officially over.
“You just feel disgusting and there’s nothing you can do.”