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Whoah...hello Tumblr
Does anyone I know still blog on here?
Im doin alright. Iâm still alive and workin my ass off. Iâll log on in another few years and check in again ahaha
It has been a few years. I thought Tumblr deleted my account, but I figured out how to change my password. Iâm still doing alright. Im engaged now and still trying to lose weight lol check back in a few years
Whoah...hello Tumblr
Does anyone I know still blog on here?
Im doin alright. Iâm still alive and workin my ass off. Iâll log on in another few years and check in again ahaha
I havenât posted a selfie in a while but I still am very cute just to keep you updated
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So I woke up this morning in a pool of my own blood.
princessjellyfishherewego:
allthebeautifulthings9828:
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itscandidlycara:
Wait, let me back up.
Hi, my name is Cara and Iâm a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasnât due for another period for at least a week, but considering that my period is pretty much permanently irregular, I get to wake up a lot of mornings in a pool of my own blood. Hmm. Lovely.
I then proceed to dump my sheets, my underwear, and my pajamas in my laundry room in a tub filled with cold water, with the hopes that this time I havenât ruined them permanently.
What next? Well, a shower of course! To wipe off the smell of rotting blood from my body! Squeaky clean and towel fresh I have about a two minute window before the volcano of blood begins to erupt again from my vagina.
What will it be today? A piece of chlorinated toilet paper cardboard with a string that I get to shove up my hole wherein the blood will sit and rot until the next time I can shove another piece of chlorinated cardboard up the same hole? Or, a plastic lined toilet paper diaper attached to my underwear that causes rug burn to my vaginal area when I walk? Well the later requires less coordination, and it is early, so I guess Iâll be sitting in a period diaper today. The best ever.
Of course, I could always just get birth control, and lessen this whole shit. But 1) I canât afford it 2) I canât ask my dad to pay for it because, guess what? Just like the men who run my government, my father correlates birth control with sexual promiscuity! Thus, sitting on my rotting blood, undergoing severe cramps that have on more than one occasion caused me to black out, it is! (Not that birth control is such a walk in the park either, our bodies have to learn to deal with the hormones and other chemicals and consequences that birth control entails.)
Then, I get to go to class, where I have to pretend that I am not a leaky faucet of blood and tissue. I get to sit in Calculus, and if heaven forbid, I need an additional pad, I have to be discrete about it, so as not to offend the menâs gentle sensibilities to the fact that I am the one dropping tissues and blood from my body through my vagina. Â
I once asked a male to take me to the pharmacy so that I could pick up (GASP) pads, or as we like to call it âfeminine productsâ (again, so as not to offend the gentlemenâs overly sensitive natures) and had him equate me talking about my period to him talking about his erections.
ARE
YOU
FUCKING
KIDDING
ME
No.
This is nothing like your fucking erectionâs. I donât derive any enjoyment from this. I canât mentally control any ounce of this entire process. I canât masturbate my problem away. My period does not end in orgasm.
It stays. For at least five days in my case. Draining blood out of my body. Causing me severe cramps, making me irritable -not because Iâm uncomfortable (which mind you, would be reason enough) - but because my hormones are all over the place, bloating me up to two sizes larger than I normally am, I have to actively fight not to smell like a fish market, and on top of that, you want me to be hush-hush about this? Because itâs icky for you?
And this is not an attack on that one man, this is an attack on ALL MEN who on top of sitting on their throne of gender privilege want me to stay quiet and be content about the fact that five days out of every month I get to undergo this happiest of joys.
And then, these very same men have the audacity to get annoyed because we donât want to listen to their bullshit complaining about traffic? Or whatever other meaningless story they happen to tell us while our bodies are actively fighting against us? Then we get to be the butt of their tired-ass jokes? Sorry, I am most certainly not sorry.
I repeat NO. I say women come out of the period closet and say, âYou know what, this happens to me. Every. Fucking. Month. And itâs terrible. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MORNING.â Because the truth is, if I live in a country where Viagra is covered by medical insurance, but birth control isnât, I can no longer keep denying that I live in a country that is actively waging a war on women. And if I live in a country that is actively waging war on my sex, the least I am going to do is break patriarchal social propriety to inform anyone and everyone of the shit biological process I was BLESSED enough to be born into.
Hello, my name is Cara, Iâm a 21 year old woman, and today Iâm on my period. Let me fucking tell you about it.
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Im ganna reblog this twice because hell hell hell yeah!!!!!!!!!
iâm scheduling this to reblog at 10 every day this week lol enjoy!
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It looks like Renaissance painting and itâs just as beautifulÂ
so I decided to overlay the golden ratio spiral over this to see if it really was
and GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IT LINES UP ALMOST PERFECTLY WITH TOM, LESLIE, AND RON
I am 16. Iâm dancing to my favorite pop song at my friends birthday party when a boy whose name I do not even know comes over and slaps my ass. My face flushes with redness and I sit down for the rest of the night avoiding the eyes of everyone in the room. Later, I ask him why he thought it was okay to invade my body without my consent. He says it was a joke. I donât laugh. I am 12. Every girl in my grade is dragged to the schoolâs auditorium, where we are told that âdressing like slutsâ in ninety degree will not be tolerated, and that we will get two detentions if anyone finds our clothing distracting. Later, I find out that, while we were being lectured on our own bodies, all of the boys stayed in their homerooms and watched a movie, because âItâs natural for boys to get aroused, the girls are the ones that have to cover up, theyâre causing a problem and taking away from the education of others.â I donât understand any of it. I am 7.  I stand up at bat in gym class and blatantly miss the hollow plastic ball that is thrown in my direction. The whole class bursts out laughing. âYou hit like a girl,â one of the boys hollers to me. Later, I ask my female gym teacher why hitting âlike a girlâ is a bad thing. She smiles at me sympathetically as she says âHoney, it just is.â I donât smile back. I am a girl, and since the day I was born, my gender has become synonymous to weakness, incapability, and inadequacy.
And that isnât fucking okay. (via laamode)
Itâs 1am so Iâm sorry for the people who wonât see this. But if you want confidence and donât know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, âdamn, that baristaâs hair is da bomb!â Or when you go to school, think, âmy teacher is rocking that skirt!â When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that youâre everyone too.
