Effing Weird About The Beard The worst part of having PCOS is not the lurking relatives, bantering over your head about their expectation of carrying a 10-pounder life in my uterus … no, it’s not that. It’s the effing “beard”. The struggle is real people. I get it. I feel you “Men”. I feel you!
The day I first started my periods I immediately witnessed the anatomical transition. It went from a Box to a Pear. My agony then, “Now I have to worry about bras!?” Not just bras my friend, I had another war brigade approaching my facial home turf – “The Pimple Brigade”. They were ruthless. I fought