It's about damn time.
*starts typing a novel*
I wore these for 27 hours straight and my endometriosis-bloated stomach didn't even notice.
An honest, humble discussion about a divisive acronym.
From eyebrows to eye-wows. Ha. Ha.
As two people desperately looking for pain-free lives, we'd stop at almost nothing to find a cure.
"Idk man, I'm not really feeling this edible." Two hours later...
My therapist: What’s on your mind? My brain: Is that a bird?
It's not just a bad period.
Walking a special way to avoid any blood overflow.
Over 176 million people live with this condition worldwide.
Please don't make me take out a dry tampon ever again.
It's called the Glossie and it's actually pretty damn cool.
I went from person not going to the Oscars, to person who could probably sneak in.
Give them ALL of the medals.
Hangover in your 20s: Literal death. (No, this is not dramatic. It is death.)
"I have an iced coffee for...Orgy."
Spoiler alert: They are good.
*eye twitches heavily*
Our heart (and our money) still goes on.
