A Regular Day On My Period

It’s a real treat

Photo by Erol Ahmed on Unsplash

Morning

I recognize these cramps.

Oh crap. I forgot to bring my pads. I have to run out and buy them now. Why does it feel like a walk of shame every single time? This is ridiculous.

Will my period bleed through the two maxi-pads I’ve painstakingly stuck to my undies? The last thing I need is for people to know I am a woman. There’s a lot of shame in that.

If only tampons didn’t feel like a cork made out of sandpaper. Then I’d opt for those.

I’m wearing a knee-length dress today, but I haven’t shaved in a few days. Are my legs too hairy for the dress now? Will people judge me if I have a few bristles here and there? Will I lose credibility as an adult?

I’m so bloated though. I needed to wear something loose and comfortable. Any tightness whatsoever will exacerbate the already barely bearable pain.

Afternoon

I’m voracious.

I want to drink directly from a hot sauce bottle. Also, chocolate-need that. I can’t concentrate on anything but how hungry I am and how much pain I’m in.

Time to stand up and walk to a restaurant. Wow. My underwear straight up feels like a diaper full of blood. Fun.