I mean, seriously, there is NOTHING good about periods. nothing!
All it does succeed in doing is:
1. Drain all my blood that my body makes with great difficulty.
2. Makes me anemic.
3. Wastes my eggs. Precious eggs.
4. Terrible, horrible, pathetic, disgusting cramps.
5. Makes me feel like i will throw up.
6. Back ache.
7. Hormonal salad. And a mess.
8. Cranky freak.
9. Cravings like chocolate or something, but then the nausea says 'Hey, there!'
10. The desire to punch someone in the face. Or at least scream.
11. Almost a week of hell.
12. If you sneeze or cough, oops.
and i could go on forever.
I mean, its like Niagara freaking Falls!
You standing, fine. Only the back hurts.
You sit, fine. Only the fear of having a red patch on your precious jeans.
You sit and then stand, holy hell!!
And the day 1? You just get this feeling of impending doom. And you just know. That the rest of the week will be hell. You just know.
And day 2? Don't bother asking. If you are a girl, you'll know. If not, you wont be able to take it.
Sometimes i wish there would be a rule in nature, that if a man sexually harasses a woman in any way, from eve teasing to rape, they will get their periods. The world would change in a second. No kidding.
You can't sleep at night. No, you cant. Even though you are dying for some relaxation. But attention! You favourite bedspread will be seeing the light of day for the last time. Why else do you think those giganto- sized pads were made?
Jeez, if only guys had their periods too. The world would a way better, much more considerate place. And it would also be a rule that every month a girl would get at least 3-4 days of paid leave. Or leave with attendance.
In conclusion, the is "days of the month" crap, IS NOT FAIR.
P.S- I may not have a boyfriend/husband yet, but when i do, I would expect him to understand what hell i am going through. And he better not 'assume' anything. And he better give me a nice massage and not get mad at me when I am all cranky, because frankly speaking, we ourselves do not know what the hell we are feeling! We may shout for no reason at all. It happens. Bear with us. And buy us nice dark chocolate.
All it does succeed in doing is:
1. Drain all my blood that my body makes with great difficulty.
2. Makes me anemic.
3. Wastes my eggs. Precious eggs.
4. Terrible, horrible, pathetic, disgusting cramps.
5. Makes me feel like i will throw up.
6. Back ache.
7. Hormonal salad. And a mess.
8. Cranky freak.
9. Cravings like chocolate or something, but then the nausea says 'Hey, there!'
10. The desire to punch someone in the face. Or at least scream.
11. Almost a week of hell.
12. If you sneeze or cough, oops.
and i could go on forever.
I mean, its like Niagara freaking Falls!
You standing, fine. Only the back hurts.
You sit, fine. Only the fear of having a red patch on your precious jeans.
You sit and then stand, holy hell!!
And the day 1? You just get this feeling of impending doom. And you just know. That the rest of the week will be hell. You just know.
And day 2? Don't bother asking. If you are a girl, you'll know. If not, you wont be able to take it.
Sometimes i wish there would be a rule in nature, that if a man sexually harasses a woman in any way, from eve teasing to rape, they will get their periods. The world would change in a second. No kidding.
You can't sleep at night. No, you cant. Even though you are dying for some relaxation. But attention! You favourite bedspread will be seeing the light of day for the last time. Why else do you think those giganto- sized pads were made?
Jeez, if only guys had their periods too. The world would a way better, much more considerate place. And it would also be a rule that every month a girl would get at least 3-4 days of paid leave. Or leave with attendance.
In conclusion, the is "days of the month" crap, IS NOT FAIR.
P.S- I may not have a boyfriend/husband yet, but when i do, I would expect him to understand what hell i am going through. And he better not 'assume' anything. And he better give me a nice massage and not get mad at me when I am all cranky, because frankly speaking, we ourselves do not know what the hell we are feeling! We may shout for no reason at all. It happens. Bear with us. And buy us nice dark chocolate.
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