💁♀️ About Me: Your Resident Hot Mess in a Lab Coat
Hi. I’m, well names aren't important here, so you can refer to me as the AnonGoddess, and I’m somewhere between a highly ambitious pre-med student and a hormone-fueled gremlin just trying to survive. I’m in my fifth year of double-majoring in nutrition and pre-med, with a minor in chemistry and a major in “why did I do this to myself?”
When I’m not weight training, overthinking, or diagnosing myself with 42 new conditions on PubMed, I’m working three jobs, going to school full-time, trying to keep my uterus from starting a mutiny, and running this little corner of the internet.
I deal with fertility issues, hormone chaos, stress levels that could power a small city, and the never-ending pressure to be everything for everyone.
(10/10 don’t recommend — but 10/10 relate, right?)
The Cramp Stamp was born out of a desperate need for a safe space to bitch, bond, and be wildly, unapologetically real. I wanted to create the kind of community I couldn’t find when I was crying in my car between classes or Googling “is crying every day just a personality now?”
If you’re tired, bloated, overcommitted, undercaffeinated, and trying to hold your sh*t together while navigating womanhood, health, hormones, and possibly hell — you’re in the right place.
So pull up your heating pad, grab a snack, and stay awhile.
This is your space too. Cry here. Rant here. Bleed here. Belong here.
The Cramp Stamp Community Rules
(a.k.a. How to Be a Decent Human on the Internet While Mid-PMS)
Welcome to The Cramp Stamp — the internet’s coziest corner for bleeding, bloating, bitching, and bonding.
We’re your cycle-synced support squad for everything from fertility freak-outs to “is this symptom normal or am I dying?” spirals. Wellness, fitness, nutrition, hormones, mental breakdowns — it’s all here, lovingly overshared by people who get it.
This is an open (and totally anonymous) space where you can rant, learn, vent, sob, snack, and spiral safely.
I’ll be here talking my shit — and you’re invited to talk yours too.
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No Names, Just Vibes
(We’re an anonymous space, so skip the real names, Insta handles, and location drops. Be mysterious. Be moody. Be a hormone-fueled enigma.)
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💌 TMI is Our Love Language
(Oversharing is encouraged—but do it with kindness. Respect others’ weird rants, gross symptoms, and existential uterus questions. This is a no-judgment zone.)
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🧠 No Shame in the Brain Game
(Mental health, body stuff, and moody spirals are all welcome here. Just don’t play therapist unless you are one. Support = yes. Diagnosing = nah)
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💥 Don’t Be a Cystemic Problem
(No bullying, trolling, gatekeeping, or “well actually” energy. If your comment reads like a pelvic exam with no warning, rethink it.)
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🩸 Bleed Together, Not on Each Other
(Disagree? Cool. But keep it respectful. No cycle-shaming, trauma-minimizing, or hijacking threads. This is a group cramp, not a group chat fight.)
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🫂 Support, Don’t Snoopervise
(Offer hugs, not homework. We’re here to listen, uplift, and say “same” — not to fix, diagnose, or one-up someone’s pain. Think BFF energy, not unsolicited advice guru. ✨)