I Am Passing The Tampon Torch To the Young Gals
Nov 7 · 4 min read
“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…

