Periods are the worst. It’s a pretty universal constant among people with uteruses. Three  to seven days out of the month, our insides decide to spring clean with the voracity of a nuclear detonation and the aesthetic of a serial killer. You plug what you can and you clean what you miss, all the while keeping the whole thing to yourself because Jerry in accounting will probably make a sexist joke and Carly will judge you because we don’t talk about such things, Sharon.

Well fuck that. Not only has our collective silence led to half the population not understanding a fucking thing about the biology of the other half—something that goes from hilarious to horrifying when you realise these are overwhelmingly the dudes in positions of power btw—but it’s contributing to a culture that sees people with all the symptoms of serious medical conditions shrugging them off because “lol periods amirite??”.

I should know. I was one of them.

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