Bad Period Day...

So my period decided to show up unannounced today, right inside Chem 102 class.

I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t get mad. And honestly, it was my fault. I don’t even keep track of when it’s supposed to come.

There I was, quietly begging God that if He could just save me from embarrassing myself this one time, I’d immediately download the Flo app and start tracking this annoying circle like a responsible human being.

More than anything, I wanted to disappear. Like run out of that class instantly, go straight home, have a long bath, and sleep away the discomfort.

But God forbid a girl gets her heart’s desire 😭.

That Chem class dragged like it was being sponsored, I was literally counting minutes till the lecture would end.

I was sitting there, trying not to die of discomfort, with this vivid fear that if I stood up, the whole class would burst into laughter(Wrong day to be sitting at the front). At the same time, I was forcing myself to understand what was being taught because it was a pretty important topic and still smiling at the people beside me like everything was normal.

When the class finally ended, I had overthought myself into a mild panic and an immobile state. Like I physically could not stand up.

I was wearing a cardigan, but it wasn’t even long enough to be reassuring. I wasn’t sure it would help, but I also wasn’t brave enough to test my luck. So I sat there for what felt like forever, stiff, panicking, frozen, like my life was on the line, because it was.

Ladies and gentlemen, I eventually stood up.

I had planned a full day, a proper schedule, a list that accounted for every hour. I wasn’t supposed to be home until 4 or 5pm.

But once I confirmed the stain wasn’t obvious, and my cardigan could cover what needed to be covered, omor I threw every plan under the bus and went straight home.

It was scary. It was chaotic. It was very much my fault.

And decided one thing; all that “let’s go with the flow” lifestyle needs to stop here, because what I went through today? Nobody deserves that kind of pressure.

Dearest reader, that was how my day went. And now, as I curl up in bed, finding comfort only the clouds can give the sun, I’m grateful it wasn’t worse because it can always be worse.

To every girly that has been surviving on pure luck, and because you’ve been fortunate enough to not experience this kind of thing, you keep postponing tracking your cycle

This is your sign!

Start keeping track, digitally or manually, just do something, anything.

Alright bye.

PS: And to that one reader who thinks this topic is too intimate to talk about, chill. Resist the urge to period shame. This is just a woman’s circle, something our bodies do without our permission. I don’t believe it’s something to be ashamed of.

@favvy_Okwans🖤.