For every girl who yearns to speak, find your voice and break the taboos
She clutches her belly as her knees hit the ground, a moment expected has caught up with her. The skin on her face can never lie, it is surely her time again. Nature sends her regards, it comes bearing shame as her dignity is tested again and again. Flow after flow, her confidence drowns in each drop, dragging her to a dark place where her kind lament in silence. She is reminded that the “Moon”, “Aunt flow” “PP” will tear apart all she has working hard for.
She drifts away to a solitary place, traveling through changes. Only her mind and dignity must embark on a journey, just for a while her endurance is tested. Four days of shame and rejection is all it takes but, can it be all, surely none of her time must be lost to nature. She sees beauty while they see the disgust in the thick crimson flow, her period has come.
Her heart cries out loud from within the frame of her chest while her body speaks of her yearning, a yearning to utter a word about the flow, yet, no word is heard from her lips. The pounding heart cannot be contained any longer, she must speak. “Break your silence”, whispers the wind, “The trees will hear”. Never have her kind, those who bleed her flow spoken about this moment, they have become the keepers of the tradition, a tradition that she despises with all her heart.
A day has found more hours, endless and hopeless with no one to rescue her dying dreams. “It’s now or never”, she wraps a cloth and wanders to the forest. The trees are awaiting her arrival; they have always been waiting for those who will speak a word swaying in support of her decision as the wind blows gently against the branches. She breaks out, a voice is heard on her lips “I am on my Period” she whispers gently. The trees sway as if in agreement with her first word. She raises her voice to utter the yearning of her hear “I am on my period”.
The trees have listened and swayed in support, her kind too, will listen. She will utter the first words, a cry for help. Her desire to speak has burst into a song she must tell to all who can hear. Silence has shattered, she will speak, this time a whisper will become a voice, breaking the culture. She must rise up and speak, even the forest has swayed in her favour.
Young girls, women of tomorrow, you must find your voice and speak about your period. You have been sealed in silence for many generations. Never hide your period, discuss menstruation with your friend. Ask for help when in need. You must break the silence, one day at a time, someone will hear your plea. Your menstruation is your beautiful melody, only your body celebrates in its way, find your voice!!!