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SENSE OF PRIDE |
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I have one worrying moment lying in bed thinking about all the blood in the Mooncup going back up inside me and sloshing around. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Yuk. I soon realise this is totally stupid as there is no huge cavity inside me for it to slosh around in. Silly school Tampax diagrams. I drift off to sleep chanting in my head 'Mooncup, Mooncup. How I love my Mooncup!' TIME TO EVALUATE
I am delighted, and look forward to never buying another tampon ever
again.
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