14 and on My Period.

Rummaging through every drawer, every compartment in my family home for a tampon while in complete panic. Hell, I would have even worn a pad at this point. My ride was outside and I could just feel my friend’s moms’ anticipation as I was making us all late.

I was 14 and both of my older sisters were away at college.

They had to have had at least one tampon left behind, right? I was destined to find one. 

They had to have had at least one tampon left behind, right? I was destined to find one. Or at least I thought.

So I went to school with a makeshift tampon and marched my ass right into the nurse’s office to only be handed a cardboard tampon… coooool. Whatever beggars can’t be choosers.

But the horror didn’t end there, for my father at least.

I could not handle another cardboard applicator and was sure as hell not buying my own tampons. My father had no choice. After my mother’s recent passing we were both lost. I had no woman figure to teach me this woman shit and to buy woman products. However, I was quite clever and knew he would have no idea what to get me even if I wrote down the brand size and aisle.

From the tampon empty box that was leftover in my sister’s bathroom, I cut out the front and embarrassed as can be handed it to my dad.

I had no woman figure to teach me this woman shit and to buy woman products. However, I was quite clever and knew he would have no idea what to get me even if I wrote down the brand size and aisle. From the empty box that was leftover in my

However, I was quite clever and knew he would have no idea what to get me even if I wrote down the brand size and aisle. From the empty box that was leftover in my sister’s bathroom, I cut out the front of the box and embarrassed as can be handed it to my dad. Off he went… and off he went to lose some of his pride and masculinity.

All my cutting and brainstorming failed me because I forgot to mention one important detail…. Food Lion didn’t carry my brand. And of course, my dad came back with the store brand cheap as shit tampons. At that age, I was so set on the right brand because the right brand is all I knew and had never failed me.

Now, these are gonna fail me and I’m gonna leak and my life will be over. 

Next thing I knew I was in the passenger seat “if you’re so picky then you can go in and pick out the right ones. I tried.”

I never knew that this small task would be such a disaster.

My mom used to do it with such ease, no one watched or stared. But there I was both lost and heartbroken that I was doing this alone. I could feel everyone’s eyes as I put the god awful pink box up on the belt.

Like why bright pink? To bring attention and show the whole damn store that it’s my time of the month? And why in gods name was SUPER just broadcasted on the box? Now that’s humiliating.

The whole process was humiliating.

Walking to the car I thought to myself “never again”. Not only for me but for my dad as well.

-Molly Waxenfelter

@mollywaxx

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Target & Tampons

I’m one of those people that suffer from short term memory loss. Not really, but really. It’s like I can’t remember a damn thing. It’s partially why I lose everything. Last year alone I went through five debit cards. By the fifth one, my bank started charging me for replacements. Every time I leave somewhere I go over in my head and have a checklist. Still, doesn’t work. I manage to forget something each and every time.

Last week I went to the store solely for tampons. I even wrote it down.

I’ve gotten to the age where I understand that I can’t just do things and be productive unless I have lists and reminders. I’m like wow I’m getting so good at adulting. Nope. Got to Target and didn’t have my list. But at least I knew why I was there. No list but I knew tampons were essential.

Damn target and their $1.00 bins.

It’s like the cutest but most pointless shit and it’s only a dollar so you get at least three items that are just gonna find themselves in a junk drawer or sit in a bag in my closet until Christmas when I need last minute stocking stuffers. And there goes my mind. I have my iced coffee wiring me up so I find myself in the shoe section, the sale racks, in the kitchen section because my god I just love home decor that’s way over priced to where I can only get one item and my apartment just looks even more like a hot ass mess. It’s like “welcome to my home here’s only one Moscow mule cup because I couldn’t afford a set”. So now I’ve managed to accumulate a bunch of random shit. Random but cute.

By the time I’m done with my beverage, checked out and in my car. You would think I would have had an “oh shit” moment where I realize I forgot something.

Nope, it’s not until I’m home and unpacking all my pointless ass shit that target conned me into buying by its “sales” and “1.00 aisle” that I realize I forgot the necessity, the one thing I went for, the ONLY thing I needed. Fucking tampons. 

-Molly

@Mollywaxx

Don’t be like Molly. Order you Tampons online here – http://www.femailfairy.com/