Danielle Keeler

think about it.

To a uterus…

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I do not understand why you enjoy torturing me so.  Why is it that no matter what painkillers I take, you insist on stabbing me with pain strong enough to make me want to kill anyone who looks at me the wrong way?  I understand that you are necessary, and back in the day you had to start torturing girls at age 12, but times have changed.  It would be much appreciated if you could learn to wait till we’re about 22, when we actually want to use you for your intended purpose.  There’s not much point to prepping a 17 year old to have a baby when that’s so socially taboo that it can reduce a person to drugs and depression. You make my pants too tight, my lower back hurt like hell, and my skin blotchy and gross.  And the worst part is that I have no method of retaliation: if I take medicine, you come back with a vengeance when it wears off.  If I exercise, you have spaz attacks in my abdomen.  No amount of heating pads or hot showers can sedate you, and you steal precious hours of sleep that are difficult to come by as it is.  You make me eat 5 pounds of extra food a day and then decide to punish me with more cramps.  You make me late for class because the line in the bathroom takes fucking forever.  You leave embarrassing stains on my clothes if I ignore you for even a moment.  You’re so clingy, I never have a moment’s peace when you’re around.  I have long since given up on trying to arrange a truce–but all I ask for is a tiny bit of mercy.   Let me sleep tonight?  Thanks.


Written by Danielle Keeler

August 28, 2011 at 5:00 pm

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  1. Not only do I agree completely, I think I had this same conversation with myself at least twice today!


    August 28, 2011 at 8:35 pm

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