What most boys don’t understand is why we girls turn into evil little monsters when we have our period.
Here’s my futile attempt in trying to explain.
First of, our hormones make us extra sensitive and extra emotional over the smallest, shallowest, and most minute things. We don’t mean to be. And we certainly don’t want to be. But sometimes, we just can’t help it. You may scoff at us for using this as an excuse to get away with things, but it’s simply the truth. We become overly sensitive and emotional over trivial matters.
Second, we get bloated. And by bloated, we do mean we feel fatter and heavier, which is prone to us feeling more insecure than our usual tolerable insecure. Combine that with being overly sensitive and emotional, and you may just find yourself dealing with a bawling, bubbling mess of tears, some chocolate, and perhaps a few harsh words here and there. In my case, when I get my period, I do feel pudgier. Because of this, it’s harder for me to run during disc training or games. When that happens, I get
a little cranky.
Third, we get stomach cramps or dysmenorrhea. It may sound as simple as say–a regular stomach ache. We all know how that feels. But allow me to describe it in more graphic detail. It’s the kind of pain where you feel a sharp, skeletal hand squeezing your insides until you can’t breathe. Often, you feel like throwing up and taking a shit at the same time. You get cold sweat; your hands are clammy. It feels hotter than usual, which makes going through the whole ordeal an even more uncomfortable and unpleasant experience. No position, not even lying down, can help alleviate the pain. It’s just there, until it is gone.
Now imagine that as it occurs in the middle of an ultimate frisbee game.
Lastly, depending on the amount of blood loss, we do get weaker and easily tired. In my case, since I’m anemic, I get so exhausted to the point that I start seeing stars. Not to mention, wearing a thick napkin soaked to its core, especially on heavy days, is not exactly the most thrilling feeling. When we stain our panties or our beds, it takes forever to wash off.
We’re not asking you to treat us in a special way. We are definitely not asking you to stay away from us during this troubling time, similar to a human transforming into a werewolf much like Remus Lupin.
All we ask is for a little more patience and understanding. And when you give us that, everything else will flow smoothly. I guarantee.