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LET'S TALK ABOUT PERIOD POVERTY TODAY!!

 

Period poverty is the inability to afford or have access to period products (pads, tampons, liners, menstrual cups and other basic hygiene items) in order to manage periods.

What has been your      -take
                                    -part
                                    -role
                                    -mission?
in shifting the paradigm with life changing menstrual health supplies and education
in your -society/community
            -workplace
            -church/mosque
            -country and counting?

There is a widespread misconception that period poverty is just lack of access to period products but realistically, period poverty is more than that.
Most of menstruators go through period poverty due to lack of positive menstrual education which can lead to health complications for girls.

In true sense, menstrual products should be considered as a human right and not a luxury. Let a female not miss school or work or be forced to use or overuse uncertain period products.

Period poverty is one aspect of poverty, but it’s also a matter of public health, equality and dignity.
It is a social issue considered to be proving a barrier to quality education for girls and it’s widening the gender gap in education.
Such scenarios also lead to girls dropping out of school and that means a girl-child is more likely to be forced into child marriage  as well as serious health risks where if forced to use dirty rags may cause infections and mental distress.

The social stigma around menstruation such as the idea that it is “dirty” or “disgusting” contributes to period poverty and perpetuates other gender inequalities.
Many girls, women and other menstruators feel ashamed or a sense of ostracization about it.
Menstruation is also considered a taboo in most societies. Many girls start puberty without understanding what is happening to their bodies, causing shame and do not attend school during their menstrual periods thereby impairing academic performance. There is a socioeconomic effect around period poverty where inadequate menstrual management may prevent people from attending school or work and people may need to make difficult decisions between purchasing period products or other essentials for themselves and their families.
On physical health; without access to the proper supplies, people may turn to unhygienic methods of period management such as using rags, paper towels or toilet paper. This increases the risk of urinary tract infections and skin irritations.
Mental health is also an issue when it comes to period poverty; the associated stress and mental/emotional toll of period poverty is associated with increased anxiety and depression.

On the other, Menstrual periods should be something that can be talked about freely and comfortably. Talking about period poverty means that if someone is having problems with their menstrual periods it’s not hard to talk about. It means that there will be more understanding of the costs of menstrual period products and products will be readily available, more education in schools will help everyone understand menstrual periods and the troubles they can bring.

Period Poverty is a major global health issue affecting millions of females worldwide.
You can simply help end Period Poverty by:

Ø  Donating menstrual hygiene products that support menstrual health.

Ø  Advocating for policies that promote menstrual hygiene management and access to proper sanitation facilities.

Ø  Educating ourselves and others about the importance of menstrual health and hygiene.

Statistics has it that “7 of every 10 menstruating youth misses’ school during their menstrual cycle due to lack of access to menstrual products and resources. And around 2.8 billion people do not have access to safe sanitation services.”
in most parts of Africa, child marriage would decrease by more than 60% if all girls had secondary education which is impeded by period poverty

Menstrual period is powerful and natural and it’s necessary to shift the stigma.

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