The pants were beautiful, the kind of beauty that intoxicates and your heart flutters palpably. They were a snowy white and in your mind, Olivia Pope won’t have anything on you when you wear it. You prep it, ironed and hung with the perfect embellished top to go with it when it happens.
The red robots come marching out blasting their famously painful horns.
How do I wake up in the morning thinking I’m going to end up looking like a model out of US Vogue only for my style to be cramped by these red dots in a systematic flow?
I’m infuriated and at the same time resigned to my fate, it is a regular and natural occurrence after all. There’s no escape out of this one. I can’t turn it off like a tap or zone it out of my mind like I do every other less pleasing things in my life.
I grudgingly get up from my bed grateful that I don’t have to add washing the sheets to my to do list. That could have blown the roof off my temper.
A long warm shower and a glass of water and some painkillers after, I’m ready to get in my battle gear and take on the red robots. There is no reason not to remain stylish!
Ah, what would be the perfect outfit?
Jeans definitely. Firm skinny jeans and not the light ones that can show those lines. These mid blue Frame Denim ones would do.
Any tee or top could work, especially if it covers up the bloating, but I can count on being moody today. Should I get one that says ‘Clear off, Danger Zone Beneath’. Too obvious maybe? I think I’ve found the perfect one. Not too cheesy I hope.
Then heels definitely. Yes, heels.
I need to feel powerful and confident in this feminity. I know that the red robots is literally a sign of feminity but heels say it with more style than a signboard declaring ‘I’m on my period’.
These Gucci Patent Leather Sandals would do the trick.
Tampons or Pads. I consider this for a while. With tampons I can wear my beautiful Victoria’s Secret’s lace strings but with pads i would have to stick to full briefs. This is hard. Comfort is essential.
Tampons win. Victoria keeps her Secret on me still.
It’s going to be a long day. Shades wont hurt. I particularly love the Raybans on days like this. So I can say Ray Bans to the b*llsh*t and feel cool.
I’m ready red robots. Bring it on!
Then I feel a familiar twinge…
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