I hate living.
I hate the fact that every month I get reminded that I can get pregnant. That I'm a woman 'biologically'.
I love waking up to find I've shed all my bloody insides onto the bedsheets, and that my legs are sticky and covered in sticky red blood.
Most of the time, I'm fine. I wear my two binders, a packer, and dress normally.
But on my period? Nooooooo.
I can't wear my packer, it gets bloody easily.
My chest is sensitive and swollen so I don't cover as well.
When in the guy's bathroom, I get anxiety taking off my pad because 1, that shit's so FUCKING loud and 2, I don't even have anywhere to put it when I'm done. Last time I pulled out my tampon (I wore both a tampon and pad so I could take out the tampon and wouldn't have to change pads) and it didn't go down the toilet. Just floated back up.
I left it there, cause I couldn't pull it out with my hands, and I thought I might just cause a funny conversation.
"Dude- I went into the bathroom stall to shit and there was a fucking bloody tampon in there!"
Or I traumatized someone, idk.
Worst part about this shit is that all over my pad's plastic cover, it says 'do it like a girl!' or some shit along those lines.
Thanks alot.
Also
Period cramps are bitch dysphoria's bsf
Going through all this dysphoria makes me wanna relapse.
Goodbye.
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