You don’t really think about it when you’re young. You know you’re different to boys, you have things they don’t have and vice versa. You find out in your teens that you bleed from between your legs, right where that coarse curly hair is suddenly growing. Your hips spread, you get stretchmarks, if any, and your chest spurts forward into two large bulbous balloons. If you’re lucky. Or unlucky, depending.

I had hips and boobs at ten, my period at eleven, stretch marks on my boobs and hips because of it. Life was embarrassing. I was the second girl in my high school first year class to have boobs, the others were still flat, and like many, I wore jackets and vests to cover them up. I had hair growing in my arm pits, and my pores blocked up. At eighteen I had to go on the pill to regulate those damn dastardly blood cycles as they were all over the place, and while it helped, it didn’t completely fix the issues. I tried several pills over the years, but after some intermittent bleeding, I had to see the gyno in 2009 for pain I was having.

After having a laparoscopy to see what was wrong, and nothing was, I went on the pill that was the miracle cure. It cut my period down from 5-7 days to 3-4 days. I bled less, had next to no cramping, no pimples and all was perfect.

Until my hair started thinning.

In early 2017 I went back to that gyno because I’d had that damn breakthrough bleeding again, and he switched my pills around and I tried a few others. None worked. And then he left and retired. So I had to put up with it and have tests until I could find another gyno. And no, apparently the pill didn’t cause my hair to thin, but I think it did.

In the meantime, I found out I had a fibroid in my uterus, and was then told it was on my uterus, and I have a gallstone as well.

In late 2017, I finally got to see a gyno and she put me on another pill, not birth control, and that hasn’t really helped either. I’m having pimples again, and while I’m not bleeding inbetween, my cycle cracks a fuckshit and comes when it wants to and lasts for however long it wants to. Like for 16 freakin’ days!!!!

Can you see why I hate being a woman?

Sore boobs, period pain because of bad periods, stretchmarks, fibroids, pimples, thinning hair, chipping nails, bad skin, weight issues due to god knows what. The list seems to be never-ending for issues we have that men don’t. Yes, they can also get breast cancer, but for fuck’s sake, why do we have boobs in the first place when not every woman has children. With the way things have gone, I never will, and that’s another fucked up thing to bitch about. Our biological clock is running out!!!!!

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

I’m sick and tired of wearing makeup, doing my hair, worrying about skin care, keeping my nails from breaking, wearing nice clothes, bleeding whenever my uterus feels like it, etc, etc, etc.

God I wish I was born a boy!

I hate being a woman!!!!!

This is something that pisses me to the core. And it happened to me all the way back in primary school.


It always shit me how I would be asked to do things by kids in my class and then they never had the guts to own up to not doing them.


In year 7, a so-called friend who sat next to me asked me to drawer the cover of a book for her. It was a class thing; we got books from the library and had to replicate the cover. She asked, I did, purely because I was raised to be nice and friendly and help people out. So what happened? All of the girls passed our tables and told her how great her picture was. And what did she do? She THANKED THEM!


Not that SHE did it, oh HELL TO THE NO, she didn’t do the cover herself and didn’t say she hadn’t, just accepted the credit for it. This girl screwed me over a few times that year. I don’t know whether it was because she was Greek or the way she was raised, as a flake that flaked out of things and let people down.


All of my life people have let me down, taken what they could take, and given nothing in return and it PISSES ME OFF.


I got so sick and tired of being used that by year 10 I refused everyone everything. I refused to lend my pencils/textas etc because I knew I wouldn’t get them back (like my sunglasses I loaned a male classmate in our year 9 musical and he gave them to someone else and gave me a shit pair in return) or I’d get them back broken. Well no more. No more being used. I was asked by a girl in my class to draw her year 10 typing assignment cover for her, I said no, she called me a bitch. Well fuck you! Glad I didn’t.


In 1996 mum and I started line dancing, and in the early days people thought they could use me to teach them dances because I picked them up so quick. I had rumours and lies spread about me and was used. I was also over it.


All of this has made me be the “meanie” I am today. I’ve had goods broken, not returned. I’ve been used and treated badly for it. Well fuck all of you arseholes, do your fucking shit yourselves and stop being lazy bastards. I’m not responsible for your bullshit, just my own. And no, you can’t wear my clothes or try on my jewellery. If you break it you won’t give a fuck because it’s not yours and you certainly wouldn’t pay for it. Nope, you’d just shrug your shoulders, roll your eyes and go, “it’s not mine”, in your immature whine.


Well then mine is not yours and you ain’t getting anything of mine in the future. You don’t get my time unless I have it and you fucking well pay for it. And pay well.


That brings me back to my fucking brother when he came back into our lives early 2015. All he showed was what a fucking little user he was. Got $400 off mum for his birthday and several of us did, and then within 10 days asked for more. And stupid her loaned it and guess what, two years later he STILL hasn’t paid it back. As much as I don’t like this word he’s driven me to using it, he’s a cunt, and can pay mum back and fuck off out of our lives forever. If I wasn’t living with mum I’d have fuck all to do with any of them. Unfortunately I don’t get a choice; I can just very loudly voice my opinion. Not that mum ever wants to hear it. 


And his partner! Well, she made plans about me and told mum but didn’t have the balls to even talk to me about it. She told mum she was all excited to take my jewellery down to her place and sell at local markets. She told mum she was going to get me to sell her shit on eBay. Did she talk to me? Fuck no! If she had’ve I would have told her to pay full price for the jewellery if she wanted to re-sell it. There’s no way in fucking hell it’s leaving the house with her. In 2015 when mum was sick she rang at 8:12 am, woke me up after 3 hours sleep all night and told me she’d gotten a new computer and was going to write a book. Not long ago she told mum she couldn’t work the computer. Hope she doesn’t expect me to teach her so she can fuck off.


And after they had been here for three or four visits in 2015, she walked in here and told me she had gotten books from the library and knew how to fix my nose problems when 1 – I haven’t talked to her about my nose problems, so 2 – she had no fucking idea what was wrong with me, and 3 – how fucking arrogant. She later told mum I had “shut her down” when she’d brought it up. I nearly went into the lounge room and said ‘well what do you expect, you have no fucking idea what my health issues are and here you are arrogantly telling me you’ve fixed it’. How fucking rude!


Have you had people use you then take credit? What did they do and what did you do about it?