I Bled Through My Jeans in Public
Let’s just set the scene:
You’re out. You’re fine. And then suddenly… you’re not.
You shift in your seat and feel it.
You stand up and it’s already too late.
You do the bag-over-your-butt walk of shame and try not to cry in a bathroom stall while MacGyvering toilet paper into a pad.
Yeah. That.
I’ve bled through my jeans in public. More than once.
And I’m here to say F THAT — not just for me, but for every woman who’s been made to feel embarrassed by something completely biological.
Here’s the thing:
Bleeding through your clothes shouldn’t feel like a failure.
But we’re taught to:
Hide our tampons up our sleeve like it’s contraband
Whisper “I started my period” like we’re confessing to a crime
Apologize for bleeding too much, too early, too obviously
As if we’re the problem.
You know what I wasn’t told?
That bleeding through my clothes could mean:
Estrogen dominance or low progesterone throwing off my flow
Blood sugar chaos increasing inflammation + heavier periods
Hormonal IUD side effects making my bleeding unpredictable AF
Or that I could actually do something about it besides “wear black and hope for the best”
So here’s your reminder:
🩸 You don’t owe anyone silence about your cycle
🩸 You don’t need to whisper about your blood
🩸 You’re not “gross” for bleeding — even if it stains
2 Things You Can Do Right Now If Your Period’s a Bloodbath (Besides Burn Your Jeans):
Eat Within 90 Minutes of Waking Up
Start your day with protein, fat, and fiber — not just caffeine and vibes.
This keeps your blood sugar steady, which reduces estrogen-driven inflammation that can make bleeding heavier and more unpredictable.Check out the [Root Cause Checklist] if your periods are consistently heavy, long, or unpredictable
Ditch the Tampon-Only Game
Switch it up with a pad, cup, or period underwear for heavy flow days.
Tampons alone can’t always keep up — and they might increase cramping for some women. Layer protection and actually trust your body’s cues instead of powering through.
Or honestly? Just sit down in your stained jeans, have a snack, and remind yourself: We’ve all been there.
And I’m not about to let a little blood be a reason to stay quiet.
F this Friday. And F the shame.
