My eyes fluttered open slowly as I blinked a few times adjusting to the ray of light that reflected through the window. I let out a yawn as I sat upright stretching out with my hands in the air.
I felt a tender pain in my belly causing me to come down from the bed and walk straight to the circle-shaped mirror that was placed at the other end of the room. The first thing I deduced was that I had gotten a lot leaner.
It was then I began feeling the fluids that came out from my most delicate area. I cursed on my breath as I quickly grabbed some sanitary pads and headed to the bathroom. I hated being on my period.
It made me feel so hopeless with the way my abdomen throb in pain. I brushed my teeth as I took a warm and nice shower. I wore a body hug maroon crop top with white stripes along with black high waist jeans.
I took a glance at the mirror for the second time not before smiling at how nice I looked. The absurd thing about me is that anytime I’m on my period, I feel the high need t
