I just love bleeding.
I love waking up in a shot of pain in the morning thinking I have to poop, but alas I reach the bathroom only to realize…..Ha ha!!!!! It’s just my period and the death of my eggs which feels like a world fucking war raging inside my nether regions.
The best part is coming back to your bed realizing that you’ve bled all over your sheets and your clothes.
Do you know what another great thing about getting your period is?
Mother fucking work! Going to work and putting on a happy face even though your very life force of energy and stamina is draining slowly out of you between your thighs. Even the simplest task can become energetically challenged. My body craves food, yet eating seems just to taxing sometimes because the whole time you’re sitting there one hand is resting over your lower abdomen willing the power of some holy goddess to surge through you so you can self heal yourself of any constant stabbing, aching, overwhelmingly enraged spurts of pain your body is sending you as it disperses of your bodily fluids in such a manner as if to say, shame on you for not getting pregnant!!!!!!
FUCK you Period. With a capital FUCK.
The feelings don’t ebb or subside throughout the day, oh no, they usually get substantially worse and when you just feel as if you can’t take anymore of running to the bathroom to change the necessary evils and do a panty blood check, you feel exhaustion set in.
Pure exhaustion and your body not just wills you to fall into the nearest form of cushion for rest, but more or less doesn’t give you a choice and you’re asleep in the fetal position clutching to your stomach and praying while you sleep that the bottom doesn’t fall out and that you won’t have to wake up again just to change your underwear and sheets.
To all the men who have complaints about having to be a man and the sterotypes that follow, choke on a fat one. You have it easy.