International Women’s Day — We Don’t Share a Body, We Share a Lie

International Women’s Day — We Don’t Share a Body, We Share a Lie

If we’re going to have an International Women’s Day, then let’s at least tell the truth about the one thing we’re all supposed to have in common.

We don’t.

We should rename it:
International Unique Hormone Pattern Day.

Because we were raised in a society that pretended everybody has the same period.
Same hormones.
Same bleed.
Same reaction.
Same PMT.
Same everything.

Copy‑and‑paste womanhood.
Except now I can list at least twenty things that make one person’s cycle nothing like the next — and yet society made us believe we were all identical. Interchangeable. Predictable. “Women with women’s problems.”

My best advice?
Period Power by Maisie Hill.
Learn your cycle.
Learn your system.
Know that you are unique.

And don’t tolerate anything that feels wrong.
That’s literally why we have the NHS.
Arm yourself with fact information and go.
I knew nothing about periods except that they arrived every month since I was 13 — until peri‑menopause hit and everything changed. So I started at the beginning, ironically learning about my period just as I was losing it.

I’m hormone‑experienced now.
I have a daughter with severe PMDD.
We both entered menopause at the same time — in what world is that right?

So I make these reels (blog posts).
Not because I’m educated.
Not because I’m a doctor.
But because I had to figure it all out myself, and it felt like being stuck in quicksand. Or cement.

If one thing I say helps someone else climb out sooner, then I’ve done something.

For my granddaughters, I hope things change.
I hope they’re treated as individuals with individual needs — not as a category with “women’s problems.”

Because the truth is simple:
We don’t share a body.
We share a lie.
And we’re finally unlearning it.

Footnote
I’m not medically trained — everything I share comes from my own experience, my own research, and years of learning the hard way. This is dedicated to my daughter, PMDD warrior Molly, to her fellow warrior Paige, and to Aria and Liberty — in the hope that their generation grows up without inherited hormonal confusion or silence. If anything I say helps someone feel less alone or more informed, then I’ve done what I came here to do.

Art by me (please ask to use)