I realized this week that it’s been 3 years since I evicted my uterus. 3 years. That’s the approximate time it would take to walk around the world if you walked 8 hours a day every day. It’s been three years since I last menstruated. Three years that I’ve taken two pills a day, every day, to regulate my hormones, stave off early menopause and osteoarthritis. Three years since I definitively closed the door on having a biological child. This also means it’s been two…
