When I was a teenager, one of the most unremarkable events of my life was when I got my period. I mean, I had friends who got them before I did, so I kind of was sick of all the talk that was going around about it. When I got mine, I was like “yeah, there it is!”. My younger sister was the one who overreacted and called my mom as if there was an emergency. All I did was look at my mom and ask her for a pad. I remember the first pad I wore. I wanted to throw it out as soon as I put it on. Oh, my God. I couldn’t move as freely as I used to!
You see, I am an athlete. I have always been active in school and even at home. I am always moving and running and getting my period felt like a death sentence every month. I mean, the pads available during my time had some serious issues with staying in place! That meant you can’t kick a ball without having to worry about it getting misplaced down there, causing leakage, and whatever else worse than you can imagine.
Fast forward to 3 decades later, I have finally realized that I did not want to put up with this inconvenience any longer. I may not be able to do anything about my period coming every month, but I can certainly control how I handle it when it does. I have tried all sorts of things to “catch the gush”, and I must say, it makes me very uncomfortable to know that the pads I throw away just add up to the growing problem of non-biodegradable waste that usually end in our oceans.
A few months ago, a friend introduced to me what she loosely calls “period undies”. Of course, I was interested to hear more, and she showed me some that she brought online and they looked like normal underwear! The only difference is the fact that they can prevent your period from ever staining your clothes, making it a mini crime scene. She mentioned what experience she has had with it so far and it seems like she is enjoying the same worry-free feeling as when using an expensive sanitary pad. The even better news is, it’s washable!
Feeling restricted can have lifelong effects on a woman. Having been used to moving freely all my young life, the sudden need to slow down and act differently impacted me in a very bizarre way. I started feeling like staying at home instead of socializing, knowing that if I had my period, I would not be able to do the same things I did before “turning into a woman” – this really messes me up, I would like to replace this with “turning into a prisoner of biological disadvantage”. Yes, I am referring to you, men, and your entitled lives not having to go through this. You all ought to be thankful.