Let's Be Real: Periods

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Laurel Victor ~ Nike Cabin

I'm better than my sister (I'm not sorry I had to get that out there), but when it's that time of the month, competing with each other can get real difficult when I'm (we're) on my (our) period(s). I mean, for archery I have to 1) stand up straight 2) have the correct anchor at my mouth which happens to be stretching my stomach at the same time         3) I have to hold my aiming point for 3 seconds, which happens to be stretching my stomach for 3 MORE seconds than necessary. <Sorry you might not understand if you don't do archery>

I am sorry mother, forgive me for saying this, but if I'm on my period during capture the flag, please don't go gentle with me. Please cut out my uterus. Some say exercise helps with the cramps. What the actual Hades does that mean? No, that makes me feel like the River Styx is flowing from me.

Next is when I'm at the Nike table for meal time. Besides my twin sister, Holly, and one other half-sister, I am the only girl. And when my period comes, it's as if all the sudden I have turned into Atlas and the weight of the sky is on my stomach. So there I am, banging my head on the stone table, groaning, craving food I shouldn't have, meanwhile everybody is staring at me. At least I beat them at the worst cramps competition.

But is that the end? Oh no. Then comes the flow of it. There I will be laying in my bed, I wake up the next morning, and it looks as if the Battle of Marathon happened when I was asleep. Where do I get pads? You tell me. I can't call. I can't text. I can't scream across camp for some tampons (well I could...). I'm joking I'll tell you, I actually just take Holly's without asking.

So, on that note, if you are a girl here at camp, good luck because the next thing you know, it will feel like Ares himself created these freaking nightmares.

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