Positive Thoughts of a Girl on Her Period
Because yes, they do happen.
True, periods can drive you nuts. It’s a stereotype, but at the same time it’s based on fact. A lot of us get horrible cramps, bloating, and insecure thoughts. Blood is a bitch to wash out of clothes and sheets, especially if you don’t do it right away. BUT.
We are also conditioned to think poorly of out periods. (And I’m as guilty of this as anyone else. I writhe and moan on my heating pad. I feel like I don’t look right in any of my clothes. I go between feeling extremely hungry and extremely bloated. I mean fuck, I have my period right now. And yes, I did just reblog and entry embracing period stereotypes.) As much as it helps to commiserate, I don’t think enough we as women allow ourselves to celebrate our periods. And we should.
Because it’s cleansing. Because it’s a monthly rebirth in our bodies, that in effect allows us to live longer. Because we are regenerating. Because our senses are heightened these days. We’re always trying to get rid of our periods, or control them, or minimize them, or ignore them. But what if we welcomed them?
Even as I know I’ll have to face more than a week of spotting, then heavy bleeding, cramps, fatigue and all the other textbook symptoms, there’s always a part of me that’s like “oh hi period.” Because I know that when I’m not bitching about it or worrying about bleeding through onto the sheets of my friend’s guest bed, I’ll kind of enjoy the swirls of blood that rush into the shower drain. Or the heightened sensation I have below deck. Or how cozy I feel when I cuddle up and watch something nostalgic with my cat and best friend. And I undoubtedly feel the most connected to my inner feminine goddess when on my period.
We should try, at least once a period, to hate Mother Nature for her but to actually embrace it and see it as our “monthly gift.” Maybe we can bond over the strength and wisdom it gives us, as opposed to the pain.