The joys of being a girl
June 20, 2010
At this very moment, I am laying down in my bed, a heating pad on my lower back and on my stomach. A magazine is separating the heating pad on my stomach from my laptop. I am listening to Basshunter, and am filled with pain pills.
Its moments like these that I hate being a girl. There you are, just minding your own stinking business, and then you get hit with a twisting, sharp, pulverizing pain in your lower back and your lower stomach. You can’t move; you can only lay in the fetal position, praying the pain pills kick in soon. You get out your ‘fat jeans’ that you only wear when you are on your period. They’re too big to wear daily, so when that time of the month hits, you can put it on and it’ll fit because that’s how bloated you are. You are easily irritated and can burst out in anger at any moment because you are exhausted from the pain that you are undergoing. Lovely.
FYI, boys, you should never ever tell a girl to take a Midol if she’s being crabby. Midol only takes care of the physical pain. It doesn’t cure moodiness and crankiness. If you say something like that to a girl, don’t be surprised if you get a slap in the face. Also, don’t tell a girl to ‘man-up’ and ignore the pain. I’d like to see you go through this. You wouldn’t last 5 minutes.
