I’m a woman girl woman, and I love every bit of it, almost. Don’t get me wrong I have nothing against my specie; in fact I am proud being one. Like most girls, I enjoy shopping (window shopping in my case these days), I love getting dolled up. I enjoy chick flicks and chick lits, I watch and read real and sensible movies and books, but I couldn’t just say no to a chance of having a good laugh while watching a rom com movie or reading a Sophie Kinsella or Lauren Weisberger book. And I am most certainly not the type who will pass on the opportunity of having coffee or dinner with my girlfriends.
I love being a woman, especially in this era where humanity treats women and men equally. Well almost equally as there are still parts of the world that thinks men are superior to women. But you get my point, do you? This era where we have women at the top, figuratively speaking, makes me even prouder.
But there are just times that I wish I were a boy. And I’m talking about that time of the month. I’m not speaking for girls in general, but let’s just say that I hate being a girl when I have my period. I’m not bothered with the menstruation, but I am deeply bothered with all the pain this brings me. I feel like I die at least a couple of days EVERY MONTH of my pre-menopausal life. I feel like life is sucked out of me every time. I have a severe case of dysmenorrhea, I tried everything but it never went away. I think it has something to do with the genes, my mom had the same case too, as well as my aunts.
I don’t PMS (I hope I’m right, friends?) but I have MS! When I’m MS-ing feel free to stay out of my hair because I always find something that will annoy and irritate me. Even the air has the power to irritate me when I’m MS-ing, I don’t want ACs, fans or even breeze when I’m having my period, I feel like it’s just making the pain worse. I can’t also get out of bed, I have the energy of a withered plant. I’m cranky times 10 when I’m MS-ing. Who won’t be when it’s so hard for you to get out of bed even when you just want to pee?
I hope now you get my point why I want to be a boy for at least 2 days a month. And now is actually one of those days. But thinking about all the stuff guys do... gross! Nah! I think I'll take the cramps.
