Women resent their cycles, literally and figuratively.
I want to hold all of the women of the world and make them feel beautiful. Make them feel seen. Loved.
I know I’m growing because I love to get my period. I love having release as part of my natural being. I love being a woman. I love having a key to the depths of feeling that costs me no experience. It seems sacred. Necessary.
I once read somewhere of a concept that I’d never forgotten: the earth requires a blood sacrifice. Until women are revered for what and who they are, the blood of men will be shed.