That's right, It's just blood....you know
Who gave it more importance than it needs? You.
You who celebrated my very 1st menstrual cycle....said it made me a woman.
Then you told me to never discuss it publicly. First you made feel me proud of becoming, then you made me feel there was something wrong with me. You told me I couldn't visit holy places. You conditioned me to love cooking, but you wouldn't let me that day.
You yelled when I lit the diya in the mandir that morning. The kids at school laughed at me and my friends didn't sit next to me, because my blue skirt was red. I ate my lunch alone, crying in the washroom.
I wasn't very proud of being a girl that day. Then I grew older and I met boys....boys that liked me.....boys that knew nothing about periods, but got disgusted every time a pad fell out of my bag. I couldn't fathom that women raised such men.
My girlfriends always whispered about it.... Were they ashamed? My boss thought that was just my lame excuse to take a day off!! All they could grasp from it was that periods were "yuck" and girls act "crazy" on them.
I am not mad at you because I am on my periods, I am mad at you for the ignorant moron you are.
You cringe at the idea of vaginal blood. You think it's impure. From you who gave birth to me, to you that wants to marry me, listen carefully there is nothing about me that is "impure" every month.
I am not the creation of the devil. I will have as many conversations about my menstrual cycle as I please, I will cook as many meals as I like and enter as many places of worship as I want to.
For those 5 days, maybe you should keep your impure selves out of my kitchen, my temple, my work place and come back when you are ready to accept my body.
THE INNER VOICE OF EVERY GIRL.