Day 7

On the last day, it is the same only less emptying and more washing.  It’s time to go back in the bag for a month – but this isn’t farewell.  I’ve got a month to celebrate that I no longer have to buy products; that my C-Town might not have the ones I want because all women of Bushwick and Ridgewood seem to bleed light to medium on wingless kotex and scented medium tampax cardboard…que lastima!  I have a month to celebrate clean underwear and a few extra dollars in my pocket – green for me.  And hey world, here’s some green for you too.  If it weren’t for my professor and her quest to educate us about the “social constructs and images of menstruation”, I might have never come to love the cup.

Schwinn