It's exhausting to be dismissively told that you’re PMSing or suffering from "that time of the month," and it's exhausting to continuously fight back against age-old traditions that ask you not to pray, visit temples, cook, touch pickle and the list goes on and on, while you're just trying to bleed and be left in peace.
Es agotador que te digan,  con desdén, que estás premenstrual o que estás en "esos días del mes". Y es agotador luchar  contra las tradiciones milenarias que te piden que no reces, no visites templos, no cocines no toques los pepinillos etc., etc., etc., mientras tú solo intentas sangrar en paz.