It’s come to my attention today that there is now a new tax on woman’s sanitary products because it is a “luxury” for us to use them. This is infuriating to me because we already pay a tax on everything we buy, but now there’s a “luxury” tax. That’s like the time I found out the restaurant I used to work at charged an extra $0.10 to stir cheese in eggs. Tampons and pads are a basic necessity and if someone doesn’t agree with me then I’ll bleed all over your bed and see what you say then.
So I’ve been trying to find reason and understanding in this whole thing. If we don’t wear these “luxury” sanitary products we will ruin our clothes, get completely ridiculed by the public, feel even more gross about ourselves than we normally do because there’s blood everywhere, not to mention all the health problems we would be risking because we are not properly disposing of the blood itself.
When I was in 4th grade and was first taking what they called “sex ed,” which for my age group consisted of separating the boys from girls and teaching each group about our still growing bodies, they taught it to us like it was something embarrassing. “When it happens no one has to know about it. You just wear the pad and don’t tell anyone.” Instead of first saying that there was nothing to be ashamed about.
I’m honestly so sick and tired of the issues that I have faced in my life because I have a period. Yep. I said that to everyone who is reading. I’m not going to sugar coat it or talk about it in hushed whispers or pretend like it doesn’t exist. I’m not going to say to myself, “If I don’t talk about it then no one else will know about it either.” Because that isn’t true and I don’t care if people know it. The only time I ever cared was before I actually got one.
In high school if boys were bothering me or any of my friends all I had to do was say, “Does anyone have a tampon?” Or another comment pertaining to that time of the month and they scattered like roaches when someone turns a light on.
And guys grow up thinking that it’s something embarrassing. They don’t hesitate to talk about their own bodily functions and what goes on with them but you bring up the subject of menstruation and BAM: instant subject change. Guys are terrified of the thought of buying sanitary products for their family members/girlfriends. (Apparently, that comes with maturity. )
When I was younger and my sister asked me to run into the store to buy her tampons I was embarrassed by it because that’s what I was being taught. (People want to blame parents for the things their kids say and do or the way that they feel but compared to the influence of other people around them and what they see in this world, parents don’t have a prayer).
We are taught that it’s gross and that no one should know about it. It’s an unspoken topic that isn’t appropriate to speak of. That we are less of a woman when we have it. There are cultures that believe that woman shouldn’t cook, or sleep in their own houses, etc just because of their normal bodily function.
Well we are not less of a woman. In fact, our periods make us more of a woman because we are the creators of life. Our very existence relies on a woman’s ability to form a child in her body. Menstruation is a part of that ability.
And no one takes that as seriously as they should. With the growing number of teenage pregnancies (even the children who haven’t reached that stage in their lives), the rate of abortions, and the degrading of woman around the world. the beauty of giving life is now meaningless.
I hate to say it but we all know that in the last few years the war on men and woman, the war on race, the war on homosexuality, etc has become more extreme. In my last post about woman, I was urging woman to think more about how they present themselves because quite a bit of the reason for how woman have been being treated is because a lot of woman have taken the rights we have and twisted them to mean something completely different than what they were meant to be for.
But this time I’m addressing the war on woman that has made us the way we are. The way we are raised and publicly scrutinized. This needs to stop, this needs to change. We are not gross. We are not embarrassing. We are not sex objects. We are beautiful, intelligent, and worth so much more. It’s time to start standing up for it, acting like it, and believing it.