A private matter
Before you continue, please read last week’s post, if you haven’t already:
Who wants to be THAT person?
As long as I can remember, my worries about our planet were always somewhere within reach. They were like the tampon that had deserved its place in my bag, but would regularly present itself when I was digging for my keys. Bothersome for sure, but not weighing on me. They certainly didn’t make me want to be an
Climate action, from here on out, was going to be a private matter. And so, my privates were introduced to…
While my kid’s were wrapped in a cloth diaper.
Here’s me, sacrificing an estimated thirty-two percent of my sex appeal to be sporting these sensible cycle bags.
You can’t tell, but they hold my reusable shopping bags for the vegetarian meals I consume in my mostly thrifted outfits.
Doing all of these things soothed me. As far as I was concerned, we were going to be alright.
With love,
I loved the menstrual cup! I used the ClariCup, ordered from Cute Cotton. I can recommend that company!
I also switched to using a cup for eco and chemical-free reasons. I was surprised to become passionate about it! 😆