Period. Full stop.
Cramps and shame. A warm water bottle and pretending you’re just having a cold.
Why is there so much shame attached to something that is so natural, happening to 50% of the globe’s population once a month?
In the attempt to free myself from the handcuffs of the stigma playing on repeat in my head, keeping me from saying `I’m on my period` to my dad, my colleague, my boss while I’m bleeding, I started photographing myself. Then my friends. The process of which still makes me go through a sequence of emotions - shame, sadness, insecurity, pride, connection, wholeness.
Blood on my fingers. Stains on my pants. Beautiful collages in the toilet. All normal. All good.
