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Argh, cramps. I have things to do, body! Don't fuck with me for no reason! (Maybe I will try this wild yam root, though I'm pretty sure it's the thing in the greenhouse that the manager says is chock-full of estrogen, which might be trouble.) The acupuncturist who can kill them isn't available for some reason, but I might see one of the lesser practitioners today.

I liked this Socimages post about how everyone could play up their body differences instead of trying to obscure them.