If we could ever look at ourselves from the inside
to wonder in silence like staring at the clouds
would you watch dreams being drawn?
would many drawings flow?
I bleed in circular periods
Bloody life just drops
Every drop is mine
but also me
I color &
The impact of this taboo comes in many ways: in some places, women cannot touch anything nor talk to anyone during periods; research shows that, in different countries, girls miss many school days because they lack menstrual hygiene products.
It shocks me that nowadays, the distinction between private and public is being blurred on social media, we share and talk about everything, BUT we still don’t talk about periods.
When my mother had her first period, she thought she was dying because no one had never told her what was going to happen as a natural phenomenon. It was a funny story she told us many times, and I never forgot.
When I had my first period, I heard, “now you are a woman,” and I had no idea what that meant. I was just 13 or 14 years old. By the time I had already learned, that period had to be hidden. Not just hidden but hidden at any cost.
I also learned that it would be the worst shame ever if even a small drop of my blood stained my jeans at the school, for example. Would I have failed as a woman? “Becoming a woman” felt like a burden right away for me. I didn’t receive my endometrium with any excitement.