Modern feminist making moves one pink hat at a time.
When I was fifteen, my periods were unimaginably painful. Once a month, I was bedridden for days, barely able to leave the fetal position. My gynecologist tested me for PCOS and other ailments, but couldn’t find the cause. With no clear diagnosis, she ultimately prescribed me birth control to mask my symptoms; while it was enough to help me get out of bed on those mornings, I knew I would need more if I didn’t want to waste a quarter of my life in discomfort.
To say that I am Type A would be an understatement. I eat, sleep, live, and breathe exceptionalism. If I’m going to do something, I should do it right. Right?
I love orgasms just as much as the next person, but more importantly, I think there is something powerful about knowing your body and how it works best. While my sexual journey to the “Big O” wasn’t a clear and straight path, I have come to find exactly what works for me at this point in my life — and what really works is my mind-blowing experience with the LELO Sila. Trust me, you won’t want to skip this.
Sometimes the things that are the hardest to talk about are the most important conversations for us to have. Unsurprisingly, cancer is one of those often-avoided topics. Discussions about cancer can be uncomfortable, unsettling, or sad. However, sharing information, offering support, and promoting community make these conversations invaluable.
I was raised in a fairly-traditional family. We fit the status-quo: mom, dad, son, daughter, and dog. Our house even had a picket fence; it was pastel-yellow, but close enough.
I thrive in the summertime. Maybe it’s because I was born in August, but I have always felt like the best version of myself in the sunshine and hot air. There’s something about the long days and late sunsets that encourages me to make the most of every day. Summer offers newfound optimism-- adventure awaits around every corner. If I were Mother Nature, I would see no reason for any other season.
I was fourteen when I had my first period. I guess it makes sense that I was a late bloomer-- I’ve always felt one step behind, a little bit out of the loop. Whether it was the hottest new album or how to start taking care of my changing body (is it possible to apply too much deodorant?), it always seemed like my peers were one step ahead of me.
Is it just me, or does every year feel shorter than the last? We live fast-paced lives, bustling from one task to the next. Every day seems to bring new problems or new opportunities. Our entire world can change in a heartbeat: a job offer, a diagnosis, an accident, a proposal. We keep moving forward and keep adapting to changes.