Stephanie Gongora jest trenerką jogi. Mieszka w Teksasie, na swoim Instagramie regularnie pokazuje fotki robione podczas ćwiczeń. Jedno z ostatnich zdjęć wzbudziło niesamowite poruszenie w internecie. Co takiego pokazała Stephanie, że fotka stała się viralem, a jednocześnie ściągnęła na trenerkę HEJT?

– Jestem kobietą, więc krwawię – napisała trenerka i pokazała swoje zdjęcie w białych legginsach zaplamionych krwią.

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– To bolesne i okropne, ale zarazem piękne. Do tej pory nie wiedzieliście o tym, ponieważ to ukrywałam.

Następnie trenerka zwraca uwagę na fakt, że krew miesięczna wciąż jest tematem tabu. Że – choć żyjemy w nowoczesnej cywilizacji – ciągle wstydzimy się tematu „tej” krwi.

– Tampony? A co to jest? Nie wymawiamy tego słowa głośno. Ukrywamy je. W tylnej kieszeni torebki, w kącie łazienkowej szuflady, pod wszystkimi innymi zakupami modląc się o kasjerkę – kobietę – zwraca uwagę Stephanie.

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Trenerka zauważa, że stygmatyzacja kobiet z powodu ich okresu wynika z tradycji:

– Przez setki lat wmawiano nam, że krwawienie jest powodem do wstydu. Pozostawiało w nas uczucie brudu i zawstydzenia.

Internautka chce, by zacząć traktować miesiączkę NORMALNIE:

– Przestańcie używać głupich nazw jak „ciotka”, przestańcie się wstydzić zwrotu „krwawię” i „pochwa”. Przestańcie tracić energię na ukrywanie tego, co czyni was wyjątkowymi.

– Zacznijcie o tym mówić. Uczcie swoje córki. Nauczcie je, że to nie tylko niedogodność, ale i dar, i w żadnym wypadku nie jest to coś, czego należy się wstydzić.

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Pod wpisem trenerki pojawiło się mnóstwo słów podziękowania. Nie obyło się jednak bez nieprzyjemnych komentarzy, a nawet… gróźb. Joginka dostała nawet ponoć… groźby śmierci.

Myślicie, że zrobiła krok w dobrym kierunku? Popieracie takie akcje?

I am a woman, therefore, I bleed. . It's messy, it's painful, it's terrible, & it's beautiful. . And yet, you wouldn't know. Because I hide it. . I bury things at the bottom of the trash. I breathe, ragged and awkward through the cramps, all the while holding onto this tight lipped, painted on smile. . Tampons? What are those. We don't say those words out loud. Hide them. In the back pocket of your purse, in the corner of the bathroom drawer, at the very bottom of your shopping cart (please let me get a female cashier). . Events or engagements get missed. I'll tell myself it’s the PMS, sure, but it has more to with the risk of being "caught," at what…I'm not quite sure. . And I’m lucky. . Over 100 million young women around the globe miss school or work for lack of adequate menstrual supplies, & fear of what might happen if the world witnesses A NATURAL BODILY FUNCTION. . WHY? . Because hundreds of years of culture have made us embarrassed to bleed. Have left us feeling dirty and ashamed. . STOP PRETENDING. Stop using silly pet names like Aunt Flo because you're too afraid to say "I'm bleeding" or "vagina." Stop wasting so much effort hiding the very thing that gives this species continuity. . START talking about it. Educate your daughters. Make them understand that it can be both an inconvenience and a gift, but NEVER something to be ashamed about. Educate your sons so they don't recoil from the word tampon. So when a girl bleeds through her khaki shorts in third period (pun intended), they don't perpetuate the cycle of shame and intolerance. . This #StartSomethingSunday , I want to highlight @corawomen . . Cora Women is a 100% Organic tampon company. . But that’s not all. They are also breaking barriers. Making it ok to talk about periods, even on social media. Providing personalized, delivered tampon/pad orders right to your door. AND for every box purchased, donating a box of sustainable pads to girls who can't afford menstruation products. . Fuck yeah. That's the kind of stuff I can galvanize behind, no money or even product needed. Just a mission I support on a topic we should ALL be talking about. . More ⬇️

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Once we did an exercise…. . . Where we thought of the 10 biggest transitions in our lives. Ten changes spanning the long thread of memory. Ten events or occurrences that helped mold us. . . An injury An awakening A moment of AHA or perhaps… . Oh no. . . Once outlined on paper, we had to decide… . . . A. Had we initiated the transition or had it initiated us? And … . . B. Was it resolved? If not, were we ready to let it go? . It's funny to watch what your mind first gravitates to. There are certain things that fling themselves to the surface, demand to hold space on your timelines. . . Others need to be dredged up and weighed. Often decisions must be made about what belongs and what wasn't so defining after all. . . But there on that paper, I learned more about my life than any short stint in therapy. . . I learned that I am a doer. That I would prefer to DO than have done. . . . Nine of my ten ponderings were self-initiated changes. Only one single line item happened TO me. . . And maybe that's indicative of many things. A lucky childhood. A life that some might call privileged. Or the heavy hand of self-control that has hovered over everything for as long as I can remember. . . Despite directing most of the plot-line, I could only cross off two lonely events as "resolved." . . They tell us that we are more than what happened to us. That we mustn't let the scars settle too deep on our hearts from the things that were beyond our control. . . But for me, it's more than that. Maybe it's more about letting go of the things that I directed, the imprints I pounded into existence with bruised knuckles and broken nails. . . It's slow going, but I am learning to find peace with the transitions I triggered. Carefully unfurling my fists and extending my hands to possibility, as I both let go of all the things done to me, and forgive the things I did to myself. . . . . 📷 @lifeinanimage

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These days These days you need a full fledged marketing squad to say your piece . . And once it's done being passed around Once it's done being watered down You'll wonder You'll wonder if it actually says anything anything at all . . But see But see I don't subscribe To the notion that it's only safe when you offend NO ONE. . . To the idea that a vocal Liberal Moralist Feminazi Anarchist whatever box you want to put me in whatever name you want to spit at my face . It doesn't sting It doesn't sting because I'll never support the argument The argument that I'm being oppressive by fighting for the oppressed. That I'm being close minded and intolerant by trying to open yours. . . I don't agree that we should accept Anyone's Hate anyone's Misplaced Shame anyone's Bigotry Small Mindedness General Intolerance . I don't believe those count as human rights I don't think you can pull sentences from any book of law or a book of faith to justify the distaste you feel for another human. the distaste you then act on to minimize trivialize their lives so that you might feel bigger in yours. . . If you can't read between the lines What I'm trying to say is NO. NO I won't be quiet NO I won't go home. What I'm trying to say is no one gets to sleep in peace until each and every one of us do.

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