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The Unabridged Journals of a Super Woman

On Thursday I was sent from work after only 3 hours into my shift. My boss saw me lying on my break room floor, curled into the fetal position, and crying my eyes out. I was in so much pain I could barely walk. I was periodically running to the bathroom to cry and sit before wiping my tears and pretending to be okay. I tried my best to keep a stiff upper lip and push through it, but I couldn't.

   I was on my period. It was stupid, I told myself. This happens once a month. Every other woman I know goes to work on her period. It can't be that bad. I wanted to keep going to prove something to someone. I need to prove to myself that I'm not weak and can handle pain with grace. Maybe in a  lot of ways I wanted to prove that I'm strong enough to handle my chronic illness that played a role in my pain. And certainly I needed to prove to men that I was invincible. I can tackle a job, an internship, school, cleaning my home, taking care of the cats, being a wonderful girlf…

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