Put yourself in my shoes. You’re at target, gallivanting around in their home-like atmosphere. It is true what they say. When you’re at Target, you’re family. Now you stumble upon the tea and lo and behold look what catches your eye. A tea simply called " Women’s Energy". As a child, I had always been curious as to what it felt like to be a woman. Easy access to boobs. Supposedly more pleasurable orgasms. Being able to shop at urban outfitters without feeling judged. So you must not blame me for grabbing a box and being so excited I sprinting past the cashier and right out the door. I Drank the tea so fast I must’ve burned the entire track of my esophagus. I drank the entire box in a day. Hoping for the next to be the best day of my life. Boy have I never been more wrong in my life. Perverts started hitting on me at the gym. I was catcalled taking out the trash. Blood. everywhere. Needless to say, I will never be indulging in that tea again. And my pity goes out to all who do. 6/10
