It’s in your breasts, in your stomach, in your crotch. It’s there during menstruation and breastfeeding. You’re wearing it all the time. Ever since you were a kid, you’ve been wearing that shame like a stiff corset.
A girl who thinks about blood dripping from her, first, skips classes, and then quits school. We all pay for period poverty.
I wrote about it on the web. Girls sent me pictures of their home-made pads: rolled up toilet paper or a piece of cardboard and a sock stretched over it. Cut up T-shirts. A cloth, foil, cardboard.
I live in a well-developed European country. Women don’t get the worst of it here. There are countries where inequality between men and women is the norm. But does that make discrimination hurt Polish women any less?
A quarter of the oldest women believe that sex is a wife’s responsibility. Grandmothers were taught that if a man wants to go to bed with you here and now, you have no choice but to agree.