The Malaise of Womanhood (Plagued by Blood)

Weekly Diary Entry

It’s so awful, I despise it.

I feel nothing but complete and utter disgust for myself.

Dejection follows me everywhere because of my own body—the thing that constantly reminds me of its muliebrity. Even if I do not feel it.

The world around me, as well as its people, is all too crushing, yet my natural disposition sometimes feels even more destructive t…