How many times has I hid a tampon in my sleeve when I go to the bathroom? How many times have I said “my stomach hurts” when someone asks what is wrong because I don’t want to explain period cramps? How many times when I have to talk about menstruation have I used some little saying in hopes that saying “Aunt Flo” or “Mother Nature’s gift” lessens the disgust of whoever I am talking to. Here's, the thing. I don’t care about the disgust of whoever I am talking to. I am not ashamed of my vagina or my uterus or my ovaries. I think that it is pretty cool that I could bring a life into the world if I wanted to. I also think that it is unfair to expect me to be inconvenienced by hiding a natural thing that happens to my body for a week so that someone else can pretend that a normal part of life for nearly 3.5 billion people does not exist.
I bleed. Out of my vagina. If that offends you, then ask yourself why you are so concerned about what is happening with my body.