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When my imaginations started stripping in front of me and I saw its naked body, I realized stains of blood on my white beautiful cloth and I cried a lot Do not know why Maybe I was afraid of the pain that will return to me in every month or fingers, eyes that will point out on me if I could not hide bright red stains on my cloth But I was not knowing those drops of blood will grow into bones and muscles tiny eyes, hands and fingers and the most beautiful smile Those are the brave drops of blood that could make me a “Mother” before which neither pain nor fear matters
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
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When my imaginations started stripping in front of me and I saw its naked body, I realized stains of blood on my white beautiful cloth and I cried a lot Do not know why Maybe I was afraid of the pain that will return to me in every month or fingers, eyes that will point out on me if I could not hide bright red stains on my cloth But I was not knowing those drops of blood will grow into bones and muscles tiny eyes, hands and fingers and the most beautiful smile Those are the brave drops of blood that could make me a “Mother” before which neither pain nor fear matters
Periods are normal for every female. Sometimes it is abnormal because it comes with irritability and mood changes and these problems are severe in approx. 3-8% women. But when we talk about it, we never discuss problems and ways to solve it. We find them icky. Because of this type of mindset of the society, when a girl is in her period, even though she suffer from a lot of body pain, she prefers to keep silence. This also makes girls to hate and feel shameful about their periods....even though periods are the signature of their ability to create a life...to become a mother. Word help: When my imaginations started stripping in front of me - childhood is considered as a period of innocence imagination and this phrase indicated entry of girl into puberty phase. those drops of blood will grow into bones and muscles: the birth of a child
puspanjali-sahu
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
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