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sharing the dignity

I get really heavy periods (sorry TMI I know). Like, disaster. You can't even imagine. For the first 3 days of my 'ladypains', I bleed so much that I use an entire packet of pads every single day for those days. Of 'super' ones. Sometimes a pack and a half each day. I think a pack lasts others the entire week. Not me.


Anyway.


The other day, I'd come into the city for a bit of window shopping.


And I forgot to bring extra pads.


An hour later and my underwear was soaking.


I have to tell you, it was one of the most horrible, uncomfortable feelings I've ever experienced. Blood squelching about as I walked. I hated it.


Thankfully, I'm blessed with money and access to chemists all over the city where I can purchase at any time a new packet of pads. I also got new underwear (desperately needed) and a cheap pair of shorts.


Hooray :)


But what made me think is that a lot of women are on the streets who can't afford these neccesities. I tried to imagine being stuck all day - or all week - with the same pad and I wanted to throw up. I tried to imagine having to use public toilets and cramming my underwear with toilet paper to soak up the blood and all I could think was that it would break my spirit. It would make me feel less than human.


And it must be what so many girls and women go through.


So I logged onto "share the dignity" and have pledged $30 every month so that someone somewhere can have access to sanitary pads when they need them.


It's only a small amount (I'm rubbish with my finances) but I'm hoping it means one girl won't have to walk around with the awful feeling I experienced that afternoon.


Talk to you tomorrow xx

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