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ion—is it the mess, the leaks, or the idea of mapping your own anatomy like a lost explorer? That’s what matters. Pick your poison. I’m not here to pep talk you, but I won’t lie either.[/color][/font]

hands, princess.Summary: There’s no secret. You get better. Or you just stop caring. Either way, the disc goes in.If you want someone to hold your hand, call your mom. If you want it straight? Ask me.

ial. If something feels off, call your doctor. They’ve heard weirder, trust me.Bottom line: 12 hours is the ceiling, not a goal. Use common sense. Or don’t, and enjoy your cautionary tale moment.—Emma

g 12 worry-free hours with a disc and a heavy flow, I want to see the receipts—and maybe ask for their blood type, just to confirm they’re human. The rest of us are just quietly negotiating with fate.

you’re tired of pads and cups and you like a challenge, yes. If the sight of blood makes you faint, maybe stick to what you know.  Pro tip: Trim your nails. If you ignore that, you’ll only do it once.

eeds. There’s no prize for suffering through the wrong period product—ditch what doesn’t work and move on.If you want more unsolicited honesty, you know where to find me. Or don’t. I won’t lose sleep.

Don’t expect to be a pro on day one—nobody is.If you’re hoping for a glowing, life-changing testimonial… sorry. It’s a period product, not enlightenment. But it’s better. And sometimes, that’s enough.

 plan and a sense of humor. If you want a blow-by-blow of insertion, removal, or the horror that is public restroom disc-wrangling, say the word. Otherwise, I’ll spare you the TED Talk.You’re welcome.

eeds. There’s no prize for suffering through the wrong period product—ditch what doesn’t work and move on.If you want more unsolicited honesty, you know where to find me. Or don’t. I won’t lose sleep.

Would do again. Wouldn’t write a love letter about it. It’s a tool, not a miracle. Manage your expectations.So, who’s next to overshare? Or are we all pretending to be delicate and mysterious tonight?