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Disrespectfully, please leave
<p><em>Dear Menstruation,</em></p><p>We need to talk. Like right now.<br/></p><p><br/></p><p>First of all, I’ll hand it to you— you’re very punctual. You pay me a very uncomfortable visit every 28 days like clockwork. Very impressive actually. My phone’s alarm clock isn’t even this reliable.<br/></p><p><br/></p><p>But we need to set some boundaries.</p><p><br/></p><p>You take my energy for four days straight. Fine. I didn’t complain. I’ve accepted my bed as my throne room.</p><p><br/></p><p>You came with bloating. Making me look like Olaf in Frozen. My favourite pair of jeans refuse to button up and even when they do, I feel like passing out. But it’s fine, I’ve managed.</p><p><br/></p><p>You’ve given me some of the weirdest cravings at the oddest hours. I’ve cried because I couldn’t get peppered meat by 12:30am. Yes, I remember the exact time because everyone laughed at me for it. I’ll never forgive you for that.</p><p><br/></p><p>I’ve coped. I’ve managed everything you’ve thrown at me. So my question is, why the theatrics?</p><p><br/></p><p>Why do you have to arrive in the middle of my presentation— in a white dress, of all things?! Why did you have to come the one time a lecturer motioned me to come to the front? </p><p><img height="383" src="blob:https://twocents.space/49b27ef9-52e4-4486-8f51-a8af981e6a76" width="300"/><br/></p><p>What’s with the attention seeking?</p><p><br/></p><p>Is the first day not enough?</p><p>Is the “am I bleeding through my pants” panic not enough excitement for you? Do you still have to bless me with brain fog so thick that I struggle to remember my name not enough for you?</p><p><br/></p><p>I’m already wearing black on black like I’m mourning (and I am— my comfort). I’m already constantly calculating when you’re going to pay me one of your annoying visits. I suck at math so calculation isn’t even my strong suit.</p><p><br/></p><p>Can we keep it physical? Can we skip the part where I cry over not eating peppered meat in the middle of the night while sending that risky text I know I’d regret in the morning?<br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Because between you and me, I’ve had thoughts. The kind that involves a fork and a very bad decision.</p><p><br/></p><p>So from now on, you’ll only visit on Fridays by 5am and you’ll leave Monday mornings. I hope I’ve made myself very clear.</p><p><br/></p><p><em>Yours sincerely,</em> </p><p>every uterus owner that has hissed and said, “you again” while being low key grateful it came anyway. </p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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