
At the end of my senior year of high school, I started taking a birth control pill for the first time. This pill was called Yaz, and it promised to rid me of my bad breakouts and debilitating cramps. My doctor, along with that ridiculously long information booklet with impossibly small print that comes with the pills, said that the odds of any side effects, especially the severe ones, were slim to none.
So I started taking Yaz. And, for a while, it was the best thing ever. My pimples went away and I no longer found myself incapacitated when the crimson wave came crashin’ through town. But that is, unfortunately, only the beginning of the story.
About six months into taking this pill, I noticed that none of my bras fit. And that’s an understatement. I was exploding. I then realized that I had, despite exercising, gained a significant amount …
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