By Bri Reddick
This is the first year of my life that I have not had health insurance. It also happens to be the year a global pandemic put the world on pause. To live on the brink of a health catastrophe in a healthcare system I cannot afford necessitates a familiarity and trust in my body that I have never had before, an assurance that my body has the ability to overcome and heal itself.
My monthly cycle became a crucial part in building this trust with my body. Every time my blood returned on the 15th of the…
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