16 Haikus on the Freedom and Frustration of Birth Control

If I’m any indication, women spend an incredible amount of time mulling over, dealing with and, definitely in my case, whining about birth control. Anyone close to me knows I have a laundry list of gripes about it, in all its maddening, life-saving forms. Where one makes me dizzy, the other makes me depressed; I feel continually limited by my options. And yet, I have full, unbridled access.

As birth control continues to be politicized and women’s governance over their bodies continues to be debated by (mostly) old dudes, I’ve been thinking a lot about how lucky I am to whine about IUDs and pills and patches. So many women are increasingly and horrifyingly losing that privilege. So in celebration of the frustrating and comforting freedom to choose, I asked a bunch of women (and a couple men) to pen me their best birth control haikus: the good parts, the bad parts, the at-least-we-have-it parts. Together they paint a colorful picture of what it looks like to control your own body, a right that shouldn’t be up for debate.

Take a stroll through the above, write me your own, then catch up on our other poetic endeavors re: sexvirginity, first kisses, giving birth, pickup lines and puberty, and join in there too.

Slides designed by Emily Zirimis.

Haley Nahman

Haley Nahman

Haley Nahman is the Features Director at Man Repeller.

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