Don’t ask me why.
When I was in high school I have a vivid memory of sitting on a particular male friends lap and standing up to find a red spot the size of a quarter on his leg. Just conjuring up that memory while sitting here alone in my living room leaves me hot in the face with shame.
Generally I enjoyed my high school experience but that tough learning curve about exactly how long I could leave a tampon in was brutal.
There is nothing like seeing someone move through the world so shame-free concerning something you have so much anxiety about. It makes me want to hug and kiss her entire face.
The really amazing thing is that in the last few years it’s become clearer and clearer that straight guys that are worth their salt don’t really care about periods. God forbid a little blood comes up, it’s always me freaking out and him telling me to relax, it’s not a big deal. It’s amazing what shame can do.
So thanks Kiran Gandhi, my personal hero for the day.