I am a keen environmentalist although not without flaws. I prefer to describe myself as a flexetarian, or more accurately a sober veggie, because morals are quickly replaced by a duo of double whoppers with cheese after a few ales.
It’s pretty evident that we just cannot keep annihilating resources at the current rate and treating the planet like our own game of Hungry Hungry Hippos.
Worse still is that it’s not taken seriously, or flat out denied. But that’s another topic, for another time…
So I try to do my part to help and encourage everyone to find their own balance of what they’re prepared to change.
When my friend, Alice, mentioned moon cups to me I was intrigued for a number of reasons:
If you’re similarly intrigued but feel intimidated, lemme break it down for you.
2pm – Woohoo, it’s time… Never been so excited by a visit from Aunt Flo
2:15pm – OK that was weird & uncomfortable
2:30 – Wiggle around on my chair, can’t get comfy
3pm – Quick bathroom check – no leaks on this ship!
3:30 – Wiggle around on my chair some more – god damn it
4pm – Quick bathroom check – all good
4:45pm – Mentally preparing to leave chair & walk around
4:50 – Perfected the wiggle walk
6:11pm – Text my friend/Vagina Yoda, Alice for advice
8pm – Removing the mooncup. This was the absolute worst! Genuinely felt like it was going to pull my womb out with it
8:15pm – Decide to persevere & pop that sucker back in
6:30am – Removing the mooncup, part 2. This will be easier this time
6:45am – Nope!
7am – Screw it, I’m going out tonight. Not dealing with this shit drunk. Back to the dioxin laced tampon
8am – Still feeling tender. Better text Alice again. Love having a “is my vagina normal” guru buddy
6:30am – OK, deep breath. Stem trimmed – ready to rock!
5pm – Much better! No leaking, no uncomfortable wiggling
7pm – Removing the mooncup, part 3. Much easier
Day 4 & 5
It does take some getting used to, but worth persevering with.
Ick factor? It’s definitely not as dainty & polite as pulling on a string & flushing away. You do have to get up there, and get “well acquainted” with your vagina , but that’s no bad thing. And you do have a much better understanding of your own body, and your own flow cycle. It’s not nearly as “icky” as you’re probably imagining
So have at it ladies. Fuck the (tax)man, embrace your bodies, and you’ll never need to buy, or throw away, another sanitary product again.