For years, my period routine looked exactly the same: grab a pack of pads from the drugstore, toss them in my bag, and hope for the best. I never questioned it. That’s just what everyone did, right?
But slowly, I started to notice things. The faint chemical smell when I opened a new pad. The way my skin felt raw by day three. The low-level anxiety about leaks every time I sat through a long meeting. It felt like my body was quietly saying, “This isn’t working for me.”
It wasn’t just discomfort. There was the guilt too — an overflowing bathroom trash can, plastic wrappers everywhere, knowing each pad would sit in a landfill for hundreds of years. My period already felt like enough of a burden. I didn’t love that I was adding to the planet’s, too.
Still, I kept telling myself, “What’s the alternative?” Reusable options sounded messy, unrealistic, or something only super eco-activists could pull off. I had no idea a simple, re