I do not want to grow up to be like my mother. Harsh, maybe, but it’s hard to feel any different when she’s the living, breathing embodiment of everything I hate. 1,518 more words
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Or Why I Became a Menstrual Activist!
I got my first period when I was 12 and a half, living in the US, and I was more worried about the social etiquette of whether to flush or not to flush within earshot of guests arriving by the front door than what to do about my period. 697 more words
“What are you doing in there? Get out of there! This is a funeral!” is extremely funny to me, but it’s not funny to my husband. 83 more words