Something personal, painful and bloody which menstruation perfectly correlates and stands for as image of a girl who has to stitch herself up over and over again. Pain and blood which repeatedly appear every month just as bloody and painful as if her body was against her, hates her, is disgusted by her and wants to get rid off her. Pieces of her that have written text on which she did not write but gets written nevertheless, cannot be erased as they are the same for all who look at her, with the same meaning of what this piece of meat is. The text is not hers, not her idea, pieces are hers and make her, somehow still are loose and fall apart. She falls apart very young and tries to do her best to stay whole, as a whole person, grow to be sane in insanity. How does one stay whole when such strength is deemed impossible for her. Her weakness is her sex, her whore gender. The void around her from where air has run out. She cannot be ugly because she will be shamed for not looking acceptable, she cannot be too beautiful because she will attract attention that is shameful, she will be too much for other girls to take and tolerate, she cannot be poor because she does not have what money can buy. She is shamed all the same. Her menstruation is a shame. That it is a flood which is laughable and has to be hidden as a secret. Her vagina is funny. She should be a little bunny.