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I hadn't picked my outfit out the night before and was standing in front of my closet in dismay, looking at the piles of clothes scattered all around me on the floor. This wasn't like me, but then again, I'd been wearing a uniform to school for the last three years of my life. Having my period made me feel bloated, anxious, and irritable. I settled on a black short-sleeved, mid-calf button-down dress, black tights, an oversized brown wool sweater with pockets, and my black Doc Martens. I put on my watch, gold hoop earrings, the bracelet my parents had made for me, and some strawberry lip gloss. I quickly brushed my hair and put it into a side braid with an elastic. After shoving all the clothes I had thrown on the floor, I promptly closed my closet. I grabbed my book bag and purse and head