Menstrual Discs Club

Pads vs. discs? Oh, you want the real talk. Fine.

Freedom: Discs are like the difference between wearing jeans and running naked through a field at midnight. Pads are… fine, but they’re always there. You know it. They know it. Everyone hears the crinkle if you move too fast. With a disc, you can forget about it—unless you’re the type who enjoys existential dread about leaks, in which case: congrats, you’re still alive.

Activities: Swimming, yoga, black ops—discs win. No shifting, no bunching, no sticking to your thigh like a desperate ex. You can do handstands and nobody has to know you’re bleeding. Pads would like to have a word about that.

Night: The disc is the only reason I sleep on my stomach and don’t wake up in a crime scene. Pads shift, leak, or bunch up in ways that defy physics and logic.

Comparison: Pads are easy and require zero skill. Discs have a learning curve. There will be blood. There may be tears. But once you get it? You’ll feel like you’ve unlocked a cheat code.

If you want comfort and certainty, pads. If you want freedom and are willing to gamble your dignity for a week, discs. Your move.

Freedom? If you mean “not being constantly reminded you’re on your period by the sensation of a diaper,” then yes, discs gave me way more freedom. Pads are… tolerable if you like feeling damp and making that crinkling sound every time you stand up. They’re easy, but they’re also medieval—like something a Victorian ghost would recommend.

Discs take a minute to figure out. First time, you’ll probably have a crisis in the bathroom. But once you get the hang of it, it’s like you’re not even on your period. You can go to the gym, nap, do yoga, or just exist without worrying about leaks or pads shifting around. And at night? No more waking up to a murder scene. You can sleep however you want. No shame, no mess.

Comparison: 
Pads = training wheels. 
Discs = the driver’s license. 

They’re a little messier to handle, but honestly? Way more liberating. If you’re squeamish, maybe don’t overthink the removal part. Otherwise, discs win. Every time.

Freedom? If you mean “not being constantly reminded you’re on your period by the sensation of a diaper,” then yes, discs gave me way more freedom.

Pads are… tolerable if you like feeling damp and making that crinkling sound every time you stand up. They’re easy, but they’re also medieval—like something a Victorian ghost would recommend.

Discs take a minute to figure out. First time, you’ll probably have a crisis in the bathroom. But once you get the hang of it, it’s like you’re not even on your period. You can go to the gym, nap, do yoga, or just exist without worrying about leaks or pads shifting around. And at night? No more waking up to a murder scene. You can sleep however you want. No shame, no mess.

Comparison: Pads = training wheels. Discs = the driver’s license. They’re a little messier to handle, but honestly? Way more liberating. If you’re squeamish, maybe don’t overthink the removal part. Otherwise, discs win. Every time.

Freedom? If you mean “not being constantly reminded you’re on your period by the sensation of a diaper,” then yes, discs gave me way more freedom.

Pads are… tolerable if you like feeling damp and making that crinkling sound every time you stand up. They’re easy, but they’re also medieval—like something a Victorian ghost would recommend.

Discs take a minute to figure out. First time, you’ll probably have a crisis in the bathroom. But once you get the hang of it, it’s like you’re not even on your period. You can go to the gym, nap, do yoga, or just exist without worrying about leaks or pads shifting around. And at night? No more waking up to a murder scene. You can sleep however you want. No shame, no mess.

Comparison: Pads = training wheels. Discs = the driver’s license. They’re a little messier to handle, but honestly? Way more liberating. If you’re squeamish, maybe don’t overthink the removal part. Otherwise, discs win. Every time.

Freedom? If you mean “not being constantly reminded you’re on your period by the sensation of a diaper,” then yes, discs gave me way more freedom.

Pads are... tolerable if you like feeling damp and making that crinkling sound every time you stand up. They’re easy, but they’re also medieval—like something a Victorian ghost would recommend.

Discs take a minute to figure out. First time, you’ll probably have a crisis in the bathroom. But once you get the hang of it, it’s like you’re not even on your period. You can go to the gym, nap, do yoga, or just exist without worrying about leaks or pads shifting around. And at night? No more waking up to a murder scene. You can sleep however you want. No shame, no mess.

Comparison: Pads = training wheels. Discs = the driver’s license. They’re a little messier to handle, but honestly? Way more liberating. If you’re squeamish, maybe don’t overthink the removal part. Otherwise, discs win. Every time.