Dear you,

Period. Period. Period.

I know 1/5 people who read this will find talking about periods vile and uncomfortable, but I am here to ask why?

What’s wrong with the blood coming out of me? I wouldn’t find it horrific if your arm was bleeding, so why is it different if it does from my vagina?

I understand that it can be uncomfortable to men who obviously don’t bleed once a month, however, to those who have a girlfriend or sister or female best friends or in some cases girls who cannot get used to to the idea of blood. I would like to say nothing i say is meant to come across as harsh or rude, it’s simply that i refuse to be looked at as disgusting for something i simply cannot help.

I bleed.

I bleed because there is no baby inside me. And yet, I’m disgusting?

Why?

Yet, if i didn’t bleed and I had a baby at 19 would I be looked down on as a human being? Of course by certain people, they would look at me and say I had my whole life in front of me? That a baby is a precious thing that I will never truly love them because they stopped my life, made me leave my current life to help their own.

But that’s not true, women who give birth young have been amazing mum, I know many people who have made an even better life for themselves because they’ve got themselves something to live for and something to truly love.

And i don’t care – I know I’m bleeding and I’m proud.

And i know what I’ve written today isn’t polished, but it’s okay. 

I’m bleeding and yes, I’m tired because of it.

I hope you’re well and you’re happy

Sophie 

Dear Diary

I want to keep saying sorry for all the times I’ve wanted to keep writing but couldn’t, I love blogging my mind and keeping my heart open, but university just come first.

I miss a lot of things, coming back from university makes me realise that. I hate not seeing some of my oldest and best friends, I hate not being around my family, and I hate not having time for myself. 

But don’t worry, this isn’t a reasons why I hate university post.

I’ve been in a long distance relationship for half a year now, and originally I was scared, I didn’t want to be hurt, but now I’m more in love than I ever thought possible. I’m saying this because even though my friends know I’m happy I still can’t quite explain the feeling that I have. 

I love someone, meaning their life effects me every single day, seeing them sad, hurt or angry almost kills me inside, I need them around me or I feel lonely.

Why am I telling you this?

Because I am someone who loves her family in Wales.

And I am someone who has fallen in love with her boyfriend from England.

And I know others may be going through this, may be hurting, feeling lonely.

I’m just here to say, no matter what, how far away they are. You are allowed to be lonely, but never feel unloved.

Always here, even when I’m not.

Soph x