Women are not unicorns

There are serious problems in this area and not all girls suffered as much as I did. Some people, on the contrary, were happy.

Don't believe me?

Well listen. Remember my friend who lost her honor before me?

So, partly she did this to speed up the onset of her period.

Doctors promised her infertility if she did not reach menarche by seventeen.

She, of course, wasn’t too worried, because girls at fifteen don’t really dream of having a baby (remember yourself). What kind of children are we talking about when you barely learned how to glue sanitary pads?

But Edita was not very lucky. Her aunt-guardian turned out to be susceptible to public opinion and began to explain the importance of childbearing from the position of an authoritative doctor, which she was.

And my friend began to transform into a frightened girl who suddenly wanted to become a mother. Not immediately, of course, but in the next ten years she dreamed of giving birth.

I looked at all this with suspicion, Edita was replaced. But I decided not to pay attention, but in vain. She was so scared that she decided to push her hormonal levels with defloration.

A month later, full menstruation began.

You know, she was happy. I still held back to wait until I cooled down because of the insult, but I quietly rejoiced.

This is an exceptional situation when delicate girls, who have obvious delays in puberty at all levels, are threatened with childlessness. Then, afraid of becoming an old maid, the still young children themselves solve the problem in such a stupid way.

I guess I can understand my friend. She went through a lot afterwards. Miscarriages, frozen pregnancies, but still gave birth to two strong sons. Her goal was realized. Whether this goal was a dream, I don’t know. Not a single woman admits this.

— Are you glad you gave birth?

— Yes, my children are the best in the world, I can’t imagine my life without them.

— What about the dream?

— DREAMS ARE ALL EGOISM. I AM SO HAPPY. (she smiled, and her eyes became treacherously covered with a veil).

Okay, we'll talk about children in another chapter.

By the way, do you know that “you can’t have sex during your period?” Well why?

The cervix is slightly open (just a fraction of a millimeter) to expel the endometrium, which is not attached to the fertilized egg, and the blood that comes out of small vessels during rejection.

And if you push your partner’s penis there like a piston, there is a risk that microbes will get onto the wound surface and into the uterus.

Therefore, there should be no penis in the vagina during menstruation, as well as no hands or vibrator. Even tampons must be extremely clean.

But you can have sex. Just different. What's stopping you from plugging your vagina and giving your husband the clitoris? You can reciprocate his feelings — the sixty-nine pose is called. This is also sex, only safe.

During defloration, those vessels that break on the hymen are also very susceptible to infection, so when choosing your first partner, make sure not only the certificate, but also how clean he is: washed, lathered, polished.

No, no, my dears, no need for sanding. Just to make it shine.

Well, I can say that from the height of flight, being thirty years old, I am proud of my body.

After all, at twelve years old, menstruation is a good indicator. Throughout my life, interruptions were extremely rare, there was almost no pain. If you have problems with women's health, consult a gynecologist. But if, regardless of whether he finds something or not, he offers you, like Charlotte from the movie “Sex and the City,” antidepressants for the vagina, then don’t drink for anything.

Change doctor.

“First depilation, epilation. Why can't a woman be a yeti?

You know, after that funny thing during menarche, it didn’t take long for me to lose my hair locally. In only eight years.

Do you know the difference between epi and depi? Epi is to tear off or remove by the roots, depi is a superficial disposal — shave, we call it.

To tear off, that's right, I wasn't being humorous. It's no laughing matter at all. I would say, only tears and nothing more.

At about twenty-six, I had the only epilation of the bikini area in my area using sugaring. My mother is a woman. It's like getting high to withstand such hell.

Are you ashamed to lie with your furry vulva up in front of another woman, so that she plucks you like a chicken? Noooo. By the second minute or so you think you're over the Vietnam War. And I don’t care how the master looks at you.

Lord, what lengths do we go to for the sake of men? Are they men?

Do you know when I first realized that genital hair is a little unnecessary?

When my friend, late with puberty, washed herself in my bathhouse. I noticed that we are very different. “Her” and “mine” were like a child and an aunt, given that Edita is six months older than me.

Pride, of course, was hurt. Self-esteem is damaged. I couldn’t imagine that without clothes I looked worse than the other girl.