A story has recently come to my attention that both captivates and horrifies me. A woman, Rupi Kaur, has created a series of images that provoke and question modern society and the way we think and view one another.

These raw and simple images capture moments that I, for one, can completely relate to. The series defines moments every women has likely come across when on her period. These subtle depictions of a woman's natural cycle have been shared across the internet, through Rupi's blog and onto various networking platforms.

The image expresses no nudity or violence. It is not aggressive, graphic or even depicting negativity of any sort. It does not discriminate, offend or harm anyone, so why, when this image reached Instagram, was it removed? Rupi was simply informed that the image was a breach of Instagram's community guidlines. Rupi, defiant, reloaded the image for it to be torn down again. Not one to accept defeat, she responded to Instagram's actions with brilliance.

“I will not apologise for not feeding the ego and pride of misogynist society that will have my body in an underwear but not be ok with a small leak when your pages are filled with countless photos/accounts where women (so many who are underage) are objectified, pornified, and treated less than human.”

Amazingly Rupi got a response, which she posted to her website:
 “A member of our team accidentally removed something you posted on Instagram.
"This was a mistake and we sincerely apologise for this error. We’ve since restored the content, and you should now be able to see it.”

When it comes to the female form, it isn't just the images of Rupi that cause controversy. We live in an age where the voluptuous chest of one woman is praised while her sister is being scorned for feeding her young. We live in a society where a woman is more likely to be remembered for her body than she is her mind, where nudity is the norm so long as it's for pleasure.

The line between sexualisation and objectification is so fine, and it is hard to define between the two. There is no doubt that we are sexual beings: our existence depends on it, but when is it acceptable for a woman to sexualised? For me, the main issue is that the sexuality and the functionality of a woman's body are completely separate. As a friend of mine said, 'it's the inconsistency that angers me'. Why is it acceptable for a woman's body to only be appreciated in it's sexual form, rather than for all it's purposes? These are questions that I don't feel I am qualified to answer. What I do know is that I am not the only one who feels this way.

I enjoy sensuality, I enjoy sex, I enjoy my body. My body is mine and I take pride in it. I can make milk and grow babies. I can create life and nurture it. My menstrual cycle is a small and key part of the big cycle of life. Why is this something I should be ashamed of? My lady lumps may be small but I can make food with them.. surely this is way more important? I have some cellulite, even more good news for my possible future childbearing days. Hey, I  even have my period once a month, how awesome is that? We women are pretty darn cool.
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