Well I might as well throw all of the awkwardness out the window about now. This rant is about periods. Yes, that is the 'p' word for those of you who thought you read it wrong - as in the notorious Aunt Flow that comes to visit every month.

So, I don't know about the other couple of billion of girls in this world - but the worst part of my period is hands-down, the cramps. Most of the time it feels like some really pissed off person with anger management issues is stabbing me with an iron sword, and if I'm lucky it's just hours upon hours of bloating which basically equates to having a McDonald's-loving elephant taking a stroll through Stomach Road. I'm not going to complain too much, though, because I mean when is there a single thing that a tub of ice-cream and a box of pizza can't fix?

PMS - one word that a whole lot of guys use to give us crap. Let me just paint a little picture: I'm on my period, I've got cramps more painful than listening to 'Baby' by Justin Bieber on full volume (and trust me that says a lot), I literally feel like I've sat on a jam donut and that one person, typically of the male species, thinks that it's okay to shout at me 'you're pissed - you must be on your period.' Well buddy, you better take a step back before I give you a nose period. A serious one. It doesn't take Einstein to understand that every human being walking this Earth gets pissed off multiple times in one day - but just because we're girls, it doesn't mean we're necessarily PMSing. My golden rule of periods: if you don't have or have never had a period and then judge someone who is, you deserve to be thrown into a pit of eternal flames - oh and tastefully red of course.

Another annoying aspect of our monthly visit is what I like to call the 'period paranoia'. Admit it. Whenever you're wearing that skirt, pair of leggings or school uniform - you're probably going to check your butt every time you stand up. Black is definitely my entire wardrobe for that time of the month and I'm sure quite a few of us ladies wave goodbye to that amazing pair of white jeans.

But, to all the ladies out there, just remember that we're the only gender that can bleed for five days without dying...And to all the guys, please do NOT try that at home.