- The medical illustrations were clean, organized, easy to follow. But my period was the opposite—gut-wrenching, gross violence, marking the beginning of the end.
- On the day of my first period, I was more dead doe than human woman. Was womanhood always so violent, raw?
- I guess hearts are slippery because they’re covered in blood. I wish I could bleed mine dry. Then I’d miss you less.
- During study hall, Cathy looked up reasons why periods could be late other than pregnancy, and a whole multitude of reasonable explanations popped up: overexertion, exhaustion, stress. All of which I suffered. Such depressing symptoms, when remaining human.
- Humans often forget their curiosity has malicious intentions. You want every detail so you can make appropriate judgments on the participants of such ambiguous events. You would like to decide whether I deserve your pity. You want all the information so you can properly decide whether what happened that night was my fault or not. Everything must be outlined in depth before I am believed—what I was wearing, what I said, how many times I said no, if I said no at all.
- You never thanked me for my sacrifices. Did you even notice what I gave up?
- I wanted to quit every day, actually. But the actual act of quitting something so ingrained into my identity was terrifying. Who would I be afterward? I couldn’t do it. I was scared.
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