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Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as Bayi of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously atau as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, sejak chance and sejak choice and sejak chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim anugerah with the plastic Bunga on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. atau not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.
Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.
Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as Bayi of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.
Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.
Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously atau as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, sejak chance and sejak choice and sejak chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim anugerah with the plastic Bunga on the sides.
Real women wear high heels and skirts. atau not.
Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.
Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.
Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.
1.) Eat Chocolate. Chocolate helps anda have less stress which will make anda feel better when having PMS.
2.) Try not to act like anda are having your Premenstrual Syndrome. Such as, walking like something is wrong with your pad/tampon. Act like anda have nothing wrong with anda and act natural. Then, no one will know.
3.) When coming back from school/work, go to bed. Laying down helps your period and lets it go lebih smoothly so anda won't have a delay in your usual period time. It also helps anda relax.
4.) Be careful to not jump so much. It'll make all the blood come out faster and it'll make anda feel, a bit uncomfortable.
5.) Change your pad/tampon daily atau hourly.
2.) Try not to act like anda are having your Premenstrual Syndrome. Such as, walking like something is wrong with your pad/tampon. Act like anda have nothing wrong with anda and act natural. Then, no one will know.
3.) When coming back from school/work, go to bed. Laying down helps your period and lets it go lebih smoothly so anda won't have a delay in your usual period time. It also helps anda relax.
4.) Be careful to not jump so much. It'll make all the blood come out faster and it'll make anda feel, a bit uncomfortable.
5.) Change your pad/tampon daily atau hourly.