This is the real deal here, people; this is no B.S. talk! My life/women's lives are all revolved around her cycle, literally. Dear Men, If you think this article doesn't relate to you, if you live with a woman, have a daughter, or interact with a woman on this planet, ever, this article will enlighten you. If anything, it will give you an idea of why your woman is acting like a crazy person because we are not in our right mind with that dip in hormones! Most women won't share what is going on inside their minds or bodies; we are conditioned to be tough and get through it; it's not that bad; I think that started with a man! Indeed no woman ever said, "I feel like my uterus is going to fall on the floor, I want to rip one of your arms off and beat you with it, I want to eat the entire Lays and Hershey's factory at the same time, all while crying. I love being completely disgusted with myself as a human, said no one EVER".

If I received £1 for every time someone asked me if identifying as a feminist means I hate men, I’d have enough money to be able to create some form of scheme to educate everyone (particularly from older generations) on the vast difference between feminism and misandry. As it is, I do not have that much money and this is the only platform I have (I know my Twitter followers are bored of my feminist rants) and I like to use it for things that are important to me. So let’s get into it, shall we?

I recently went through a little stint where nothing I did made me feel "sexy" in the most feminine sense of the word. After being on a major weight loss journey, I gave in to all the negative thoughts I had about my body and spiraled. Night after night, I'd ask my fiancé if I was "sexy enough" for him. How could I be "sexy enough" for him? And every time I'd ask, he'd give me the same little roundabout answer: "You're pretty, and that's enough for me."

H is shadow illuminated on the wall behind him. The light of the candles dancing along the stone walls. He slowly stepped along the dirt path that laid in front of him. As he reached the end of the path he came upon a small wooden door that had a small black knob on it. When he tried turning the knob the door wouldn’t budge. He tried jiggling the knob to see if it would come loose but there was still nothing. The ever so curious man quietly pressed his right ear against the wooden door to see if he could hear anything.

To the man who tried to assault me, I'm sure you don't remember me. After all, I was just a waitress in a hotel trying to get through the 6th Christmas party she'd served at that week and heading to get more cutlery at 1am while you were stumbling up from the bar. I was just 17 years old when you grabbed me by the waist so hard you left bruises as I tried to walk past you. "Oh baby... baby where are you going?" You slurred into my ear while pressing your erection against my hip. "You don't want to work tonight, come back to my room instead... you'll have much more fun" you smirked as you pushed me through a door and down the corridor. You shushed my protestations and, when I began to cry while saying "please no" over and over again, you grabbed my upper arm and told me to shut up.

Why Do We Shave? Ever since I started growing hair anywhere other than my head, I've been shaving it off, or waxing it off, creaming it off, threading it off, basically trying anything that would keep those nasty hairs away. I bloomed early so my razor journey started when I was around eleven. I didn't understand why I felt this need to get rid of the hair, it was instinctual. Of course now I understand that it mostly had to do with the fact that I had access to a television. Every Saturday when I sat down to my cartoons on Milkshake, Channel 5, the advert breaks would bring with them countless beautiful women gliding pink razors up their legs and then stroking their perfect, blemish and cellulite free legs, ohing and ahing at the silky smoothness. So, it was obvious that female hair, unless growing luxuriously atop your head and flowing down ones back in a seductive manner, just wasn't meant to be there.

Is PMS more acute during perimenopause? Well, for some ladies, the reaction is “yes.” The ordinary woman reaches perimenopause somewhere in her advanced 40s and undergoes hormone-related symptoms for almost ten years or longer. The menopausal symptoms may quit when you finish having periods, although some women might remain to have symptoms momentarily. Many women seem mildly annoyed during perimenopause but undergo a quite smooth development overall. For the remaining, particularly those having bodies already more susceptible to hormonal fluctuations, it can bring intense changes, which include harsh PMS symptoms.

I didn’t really have much sex or biology education. I didn’t really know that the little pooch I’d been hating on and trying to get rid of since I was 6 years old was actually my uterus and was supposed to be there. I didn’t know that having different sized breasts than the rest of the girls my age was pretty normal. I just didn’t know. I’ve spent my whole life hating the body I was born in and thinking that I wasn’t enough; I’ve spent too much time thinking I was too chunky, had too short of a waist, my thighs were too fat, my head was an ugly shape, my cheeks were too chubby, and that if I could just *fix* all the little things, that I could have a chance at being happy.

Menstruation Hygiene Tips!! Women are thankful for many of the natural traits in them like bearing a child, going through labor pains and much more. However, one natural phenomenon that most of the women are not that fond of is Menstruation. It's not that we hate it, but we do not like it as much as we adore night dress for girls sexy. As this comparison makes no sense, so does the period aches.