I’m a Feminist Today Thanks to My Periods

The shame of bleeding and the rise of feminism.

Aabha Gopan
The Memoirist
Published in
7 min readJan 9, 2024

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When eleven-year-old me first saw drops of unholy, sinned blood in my underwear, I catastrophized and ran to my mother.

“No matter what happens to me, you should stay happy,” I said melodramatically, with teary eyes. “I think I’m going to die. There is blood in my underwear,” my voice…

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