2019
DOI: 10.1177/0971521518808096 View full text |Buy / Rent full text
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Abstract: For some reason, I always hated pads. To remain sticky and sweaty between my legs for a week every month was awful. Not to mention, the burning humiliation of the occasional red stain behind my grey school tunic. I discovered a small box of tampons in my mother's drawer a couple of years after starting my period, and voraciously read each word of the how-to manual inside it. When my mother found me stealing tampons, she gave me a funny look, but soon let me buy a box for myself. It felt like freedom, despite t… Show more

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