“Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.” by Woody Allen.
Open the package, Mum, open the package…I want to see what’s inside.
My Adopt-A-Mother told I had been allergic to tampons at a young age. Something to do with my genetic make-up or dirty women wear those filthy things…
Not really sure which.
My concern had been modeling naked?
How would I address that situation?
I don’t want to point out the obvious but if there is no stone to hold back the dam…the waters run free…if you know what I mean.
Now as an adult, I feel I can make those important feminine hygiene product decisions on my own.
I want to branch out. Not scented. Not slender. Not dyed to be toxic. Something simple…
So I came across bio-degradable tampons yet not quite the small triumphant for ambiguous Ambien Grace…As I had hoped.
How is the whole thing done?
You know what it come with instructions!
Must go…there are words I don’t get and need to Google.
Thank Christ for pictures!