At 20, I learned how to pretend.😭💔

Pretend I was okay.

Pretend the pain was small.

Pretend it didn’t control my life.

Every month, it came quietly.

And then suddenly, violently.

A twisting pain low in my stomach.

A heaviness in my back.

A weakness in my legs.

I would sit on my bed fully dressed for school…

and still not move.

Not because I was lazy.

But because my body refused to cooperate.

People say,

“Period pain is normal.”

But they don’t tell you what it does to your confidence.

They don’t tell you what it does to your plans.

They don’t tell you what it does to your dignity.

I missed lectures.

I missed tests.

I missed opportunities.

Not because I didn’t want them…

but because my body had its own timetable.

Explaining was the hardest part.

How do you tell a lecturer that your womb is in pain?

How do you tell your friends that something inside you is tearing you apart quietly?

So I learned how to lie politely🙃.

“I’m not feeling fine.”

“I think it’s malaria.”

“I’ll join you later.”

But the truth was always the same:

I was scared of collapsing in public.

One exam day changed everything.

Halfway through the paper, the pain came.

Not slowly.

Not gently.

Suddenly.

My heart started beating fast.

My hands became cold.

My vision blurred.

I raised my hand.

“Sir… I need to go out.”

Outside the hall, I sat on the floor and tried to breathe.

A girl passing by stopped and asked,

“Are you okay?”

I nodded and said yes.

But the tears were already in my eyes.

I was not thinking about the exam anymore.

I was thinking:

Is this how my life will be every month?

That night, lying on my bed at home, I made a decision.

Not a big decision.

Not a dramatic one.

A tired decision.

“I cannot continue like this.”

I searched: how to stop menstrual cramps

how to reduce period pain

natural relief for dysmenorrhea

That was how I found something strange:

A menstrual cramp belt.

Not medicine.

Not injections.

Not hot water bottle.

A belt.

It sounded too simple to be serious.

But then I saw the stories.

Women like me.

Students.

Workers.

Mothers.

“I slept through my period.”

“I went to work without pain.”

“I stopped missing school.”

Not influencers.

Not celebrities.

Ordinary women who were tired of enduring.

Then I saw the price.

₦17,500.

I laughed at first.

But then I did something else.

I calculated.

The money spent on painkillers.

The transport wasted on missed days.

The lectures missed.

The embarrassment avoided.

The tears swallowed.

Suddenly, ₦17,500 was not a price.

It was a comparison.

Pain…

or peace.

When it arrived, I was careful.

Inside the box were simple instructions:

Wear it.

Turn it on.

Let it work.

I waited for my next cycle.

The pain came.

But this time…

it did not take control.

It was there.

But it was softer.

Weaker.

I wore the belt.

I went to school.

I sat in class.

I wrote my notes.

I did not leave.

That was when I understood something important:

This was not just about pain.

It was about freedom.

Freedom to attend class.

Freedom to write exams.

Freedom to sit in public without fear.

Freedom to plan without checking a calendar.

And that was how I started selling menstrual cramp belts with MJ Beauty Supply.

Not because I wanted to be a seller.

But because I remembered that girl on the exam hall floor.

The one who felt weak.

The one who felt ashamed.

The one who felt invisible.

That girl was me.

Now, when someone asks me:

“Does it really work?”

I don’t send advertisements.

I send honesty.

“I used it.

That is why I sell it.”

Last month, a customer messaged me:

“I attended a wedding without pain for the first time.”

Another said:

“I didn’t miss my lecture this month.”

And I remembered the version of myself that thought pain was normal.

People think period pain is small.

But when pain controls your time,

your body,

your plans…

it is not small.

I sell a menstrual cramp belt.

But what I really sell is:

the ability to live normally…

even on your period.

And if ₦17,500 can give you that?

Then it is not expensive.

It is necessary.

If you are reading this and you are tired of pretending you are okay every month,

you can message me here:

👉 wa.me7077786094