To Cup Or Not To Cup.. Period!
It was that time of the month again, but this time it was going to be different as I moved towards my closet and took out a pouch in which lied a blue cup. It took thirteen years of my period’s cycle to reach this place. This cup was not an ordinary one it was my first ever ‘menstrual cup’.
This is going to be thrilling just like the time when I first got my periods, where an unaware and carefree young girl was given a minimalistic cotton pad and was expected to behave in a certain manner.
“Aren’t you feeling pain? Stop dancing you should not dance at this time.”
My first periods taught me life is not going to be same anymore, there was a hope that I would definitely find something to make it different. Holding my blue cup in nervousness, I thought to drop the idea once again and return to my periods buddy, ‘my pads and tampons’.
While sterilising it in that boiling water my heart was sinking slowly, while my inner excitement was at its pitch. Oh! I am finally going to insert something new in my vagina, flipping the instruction sheet for the 100th time.
It was all set I took the squat position as mentioned, moulded the silicon cup into a C shape and rested another hand on thighs. That’s when I realised the fact I have to rotate it at 360 degrees as well.
Smoothly I laid down on my bed with my legs in the air as if I was ready an orgasm as squatting and rotating was not going to work. That’s when it entered smoothly, while still my vagina was not able to accommodate my two fingers along with it making it hard to rotate. Finally it was done.
At first it was awkward to even think, later I forgot. There was no blood while peeing, I was not even stinking. I believed as if some miracle has happened to me. Till the clock started ticking and I realised it’s been 8 hours now. It was the time get my hands messy.
My heart was beating at a pace, as my fingers went down to pull it out. It was not as simple as a tampon to pull the thread out. I tried rotating, pulling, squeezing but nothing worked.
My mind occupied all the adverse thoughts. While being in the washroom I even visited my gynaecologist to get this giant cup out of my tiny vagina.
I could even visualise my mother yelling at me, as for her nothing can go up in a woman’s vagina except a man’s dick. I cursed myself in every possible way for thinking about the beautiful environment as if only my periods were going to harm the world.
Oh! What a relief it was, without showing my vagina to gynaecologist, I could get this giant cup out.
It didn’t even spill after my torture, nor did it need a newspaper. There was a genuine liking in my heart for this giant. I was all set to re-insert while washing it. My body accepted it peacefully without any tantrums or mood swings.
With every insertion and removal there will be wild experience, being me or anyone yet it didn’t alter my mind to love this cute blue one, whom I have packed now back in the pouch as my key to freedom from all those over the top dramatic issues of a regular period cycle.
Well there is no harm to tell yourself that it is my cup of blood with some messy hands.
