No Trash Periods!
I live in Portland, Oregon, a city so awesome that we even have a non-profit dedicated to reducing the stigma of menstruation - called PERIOD . This should serve as a caveat to any reader that I don't have any damn shame talking about a major event which happens to my body every four weeks. This week, I am celebrating the closest-to-zero waste period of my ENTIRE LIFETIME. For reference, I started menstruating at the age of eleven. I am now 41, which is... oh my god, thirty years THIRTY FRACKING YEARS In the beginning, my period meant pads the size and shape of a small fire log. Apparently "absorption technology" didn't exist in 1993, and it was all I had to survive by (my mom being very uncomfortable with the entire subject, to the point it was technically never discussed: boxes of pads appeared on my bed one summer after some weird, rust colored stuff began to mysteriously appear in my underpants. Welcome to puberty!). Lacking guidance and rather confused by...