My environment doesn’t suggest that it’s okay to be shot by Cupid. As far as I know, if I allow the cherub to shoot me, I run a high risk of being slapped by his fisted hand, shot by his gun, slashed by his machete or even stabbed by his knife.
We operate from a place of fear and the second we witness a situation that warrants our voices be heard, we watch but we don’t see – we hear but we don’t listen – we say we’ll fight against wrong doings but our actions demonstrate otherwise.
Despite your size, age, gender – never think that your voice doesn’t have power. You are powerful and so is your voice.
And if you’re one of those people who laugh at or shrug at a woman experiencing the pains of her period, stop it.
The pain is real and so is the blood. Show a bit more compassion and understanding. If we writhe in pain or our clothes get a period bloodstain, be mature about it and help.
Let us vow to rewrite the period narrative for our daughters and nieces. Let us alter the period conversation with our mothers, aunts and grandmothers. Let us insert the conversation into the chatter with our male friends, our brothers, boyfriends, uncles and our fathers.
Boys get the transition through their “rite of passage” with much more guidance and encouragement than girls do. Let’s change that reality. Girls ought not to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed to talk about their periods.
Point blank period.