When asked to some men about women mother’s nature gift, Periods.
The general feeling was that periods are a taboo, even among women.
It’s interesting that so much embarrassment, awkwardness, and shame surround a natural bodily function experienced by half the population at some point in their lives. We don’t hide toilet paper away, yet some women still get flustered if a sanitary pad drops out of their handbag, or they might buy a floral-patterned tin to hide their sanitary pads. If you spotted some toilet roll tucked away and covered in a little bespoke baggy in someone’s loo, wouldn’t you find it faintly ridiculous? And yet that’s what we do all the time with sanitary products, as though the evidence that we have periods is something to be ashamed of.
NO, women shouldn’t.
Why do women hush themselves when it comes to discussing menstruation?
Menstruation is something which women can’t avoid, at least naturally. It is something which the men are bound to know while growing up with sisters or girlfriends. If it is something so obvious, why does the society consider it a taboo?
Why did the pharmacist wrap it up? Why were most of the people are clueless about this totally natural phenomena. Why do we have to get embarrassed about something which is practically, inevitable? Intriguingly weird are the norms of the society.
I don’t see any men going to the pharmacy store to buy sanitary pads for their wives/daughters. And strangely enough, not keeping pace with the otherwise modern society, the pharmacist still wraps up the packet, and gives it in a black bag. Why is it such a big deal for woman to say that the reason for them not coming to the adventure island is because they have their menses on? Why do they have to lie that they have fever?
How about a world where every woman can freely tell their men counterparts about their totally natural and biological processes? How about a biology class where the topic of menstruation is not rushed through with giggles across the class? How about a brother going to the pharmacist and asking for a tampon, confidently? How about the pharmacist giving it without wrapping it up? How about “Modern day people” telling me the actual reason for missing the outings?
Imagine the happiness of young teenage girl, when she can share her pain with her father without feeling guilty. Imagine the comfort of the woman/man getting a packet of tampon without being stared at. Imagine!
It’s time we realize that menstruating is not a crime! It’s time we stop chuckling every time an advertisement of a tampon or a sanitary napkins brand is broadcasted. It’s time we speak up! It’s time to stop killing our freedom ourselves.
If you shut up now, you switch on the mute button forever.
Make it a culture. Let’s get this transformation in ourselves and allow it to infuse in the society. Tell your twelve year old son about that product. Tell that pharmacist not to wrap it up in a newspaper. Ask your friends to stop laughing at this topic.
Learn to speak openly about it Because it is you who can bring about this change.
Break this vicious circle of menstrual taboo.
Have a Happy Periods !
What is love?
I know this question exists in each human being’s mind including myself. If not, it’s still waiting to be discovered deeply in your heart.
I believe love is a priceless diamond, because a diamond has thousand of reflections and each reflection represents the meaning of love.
Somewhere this generation has lost the true meaning of love, though it has been adulterated.
Love is adulterated, mixed with fake promises, ego, and all we know about how feelings are made in a toy factory, to play with.
People are made to be loved and things are made to be used.The confusion in this world is that people are used and things are loved.
People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling.
They don’t love love,
Love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive.
Somewhere, our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it.
How much longer do we continue to play these games of love and destruction.How much longer do we accept broken promises followed by even more broken apologies. This soul is worn and can’t project how much longer it can stand with the nonsense of people.
There are people, who love truely and sees the pain in your eyes, they stay strong during the hard times even when they have every reason to break down, they keep loving even if you hurt them too extreme, because love for them isn’t the playground of hell or a temporary feeling that will last longer until it’s get benefited.
Love for them is not just a word, their love doesn’t start in April and ends in may. They give their heart,they sacrifice, they love unconditionally.
But some of these people are broken and have been destroyed,Some of them blame to love and some of blame their life.
They don’t understand, they’re broken because of lies, filtered promises. If their love for you depends on what you offer them, it’s not love,
It’s a abuse.
You deserve to be loved for who you’re.
Maybe you will live with the regret of allowing yourself to allow someone to put you so down and use you.
But they will one day live with a regret of putting someone down and using them.
Maybe, you’ll live with the pain of their words. And maybe you’ll live with the pain of seeing them move on and living with someone else. Where they again make a promise of forever after love.
They will one day live with the regret of using the wrong words with you and they’ll move on to hurt the next person.
The places they will go are nothing because they’re empty of emotion.
Their places may be grand but their lives are small, so small.
But, you’re bigger than their words, you’re bigger than worrying about where they’re.
And I know, it isn’t possible to love and part, you’ll wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right,
Love is eternal.
You must’ve heard about the essentials vitamins for our growth, but unfortunately never thought of this vitamin.
Yes, Vitamin M.
T h e V i t a m i n M o n e y.
It’s undeniable that money plays a very important role in the life of every human being.
At first, money was invented for easy trade, exchange and barter but as people amassed increasing wealth, these riches turned them from angels into devils who would do anything to obtain more.
The vitamin M isn’t everything, but there are very few individuals who put this into practice. People claim they’ll be happy when they have money, but those who do have it still aren’t happy.
Some says, money can buy happiness.
Money can buy only temporary happiness not permanent, no one wants their happiness to be temporary,
Love can’t be temporary, it’s meant to be forever than why should we choose to grant our happiness in our pockets.
The pockets will get empty someday.
But, serving others will give you a happiness that will last forever.
Society tells me to care only for my own needs.
How can I live in beautiful mansion, eat gourmet food, and wear extravagant clothing, while others are homeless, starving and naked?
In our society we’ve lost the beauty of sharing and caring for those who are unable to sustain themselves.
Don’t give too much power to money, money has it’s role to play.
Money can’t buy you a family, respect, knowledge, passion, time, true love and your inner peace.
You can buy a home, but not the people to live in, not the family.
Relationships are beyond money, made up with care and affection and it’s really not too hard to understand.
It’s not just money that makes things work, people have power in their determination. Many of the big demonstrations that have happened in the world, big chances that have come through in the world, they didn’t happen through money.
You aren’t born because of Vitamin “M”.
Why do bad things happen to good people?
We ask that questions so often, it’s become a cliche.
But that’s because bad things do happen to good people constantly.
This generation has people driven by ego, money and status.
All they understand is more benefits and less value of loyalty.
We all go through this situations, where people seems no more real and it’s unbelievable how fast they change.
As a result, the good souls are ruined daily.
There are some sensitive people who’re still holding the cup of love and a bottle of humanity, surviving in this cruel world.
But there’s one thing that most people don’t know about fragile and sensitive people.
They stay away from harming others because they know exactly how it feels.
They’re overly nice to others because they are afraid of being a cause of discomfort,
They smile their pain away by making your day better,
They go out of their way to make sure that everyone else is getting what they deserve, even if it’s at the cost of their comfort.
This doesn’t mean that they are weak, at all. When treated unjustly, although their silence may show you their weakness,
But believe me, it’s not weakness.
It’s just another brick put on the wall needed for them to be strong enough and confident enough to believe that injustice is bound to happen to those who go out of their way to be just.
But than, these good souls are ruined daily.
There are two powers in the world, one is the sword and the other is the pen.
There’s a great competition and rivalry between the two.
But, there’s a third power stronger than both, that of the woman.
Women are like fires, like flames.
Some women are like candles, bright and friendly,
Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights.
Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after.
Some women are like hearth fires.
They’re free in their wildness, they’re wanderess, a drop of free water.
Woman knows nothing of borders and care nothing for a rules or customs.
Time for them isn’t something to fight against, their life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.
We know that when woman are empowered they immeasurably improve the lives of those around them, their families their communities and their countries.
There’s nothing more rare nor more beautiful than a woman being unapologetically herself, comfortable in her perfect imperfection.
That’s the true essence of beauty.
Though, anybody who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without the Feminine ferment.
You know, women are more likely a god.
Look at your mother.