“Sometimes living out your dreams,
Ain’t as easy as it seems
You want to fly around the world,
In a beautiful balloon”
It’s 104° with 99% humidity and my vagina is bleeding: Day 1 of my period. I woke up this morning and decided to feel sorry for myself. I strongly believe that a dose of self-pity goes a long way every now and then…to helping you realize how much there is to be thankful for in the end.
I was sitting talking to my colleague, on our morning work break, when this woman walked out of the coffee shop, straight up to me and said, “Wow, you are really beautiful.”
I looked at her suspiciously.
She then proceeded with her interrogation:
“How old are you?”
“Are you married?”
“Have you got any kids?”
“Wow, you have beautiful teeth.”
My friend escaped. I continued staring at this animated woman while firing back answers.
The woman then spent ten minutes talking about her teeth and her pending trip to the dentist, picking them, showing them to me, rattling off how much she spent on braces for her kids, and then…
A car honked in the parking lot and she took off!
I sat on the bench alone and no longer felt sorry for myself.
I licked my perfect teeth, smiled and headed for the office.
Before opening my computer, I went to the bathroom to change my pad. After years of suffering from sensitive skin irritation once a month, I decided to research the feminine care I had been using.