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By Kendall McKenzie
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I’ve had a love/hate relationship with birth control ever since I went on the pill at age sixteen. I loved its benefits (clear skin, lighter and more regular periods, and—obvs—no babies), but I hated having to cough up thirty dollars a month, and dealing with the side effects, which for me included spotting, excessive weight gain, and a general feeling of unbalance and nastiness. Eventually the cons outweighed the pros, and at age twenty-two, six years after we met, I broke up with the pill.
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By Jacky Ievoli
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A closeup on two blue eyes. Tears well up and a tissue enters the shot, dabbing lightly. The camera pans out to reveal a pretty, youthful woman dressed in formfitting black. This woman is young, yet she is mourning the loss of her husband. This woman is now a widow.
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