Taking Estrogen: This Life Cycle is a Cyclone

It was April 30, the gray moon was large, looming and curious. Blue, yellow and white candles had been bleeding out wax below the window for three consecutive days, creating thick puddles of color on the rubber floor. Sitting in my small attic room, I wasn’t sure of what I was about to do, like I had been of so many things in life. Always doubting, fidgeting, changing my mind; I could never trust myself. So I…