I Am Passing The Tampon Torch To the Young Gals

Ami C Meyer
Nov 7 · 4 min read
Photo by Josefin on Unsplash

“Are you OK??” my coworkers would ask me, their brows furrowed and looking worried about me. I would be drenched in sweat — not hyperbole, but literally drenched. It would be running down my neck, my back, into my bra, my arms, even my hands were sweaty. I simply exuded sweat everywhere. I wanted scream back “DO I LOOK OK???” but I would just squirm and dab myself with the towel (yes towel) I started…

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Ami C Meyer

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Superhero of my own life... fierce survivor... writer....storyteller... “The Mad Widow”... serial wife....most of all, The Little Nut Who Held Her Damn Ground!

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