Birth control articles

It's there all the time, like a security blanket.

Sunday is "me" day: mani, pedi, hair, and patch.

There's nothing special you have to do—you just slap it on.

Every 3 months I pop in for 10 minutes. Bam. Done.

I just NEED to have my pill.

It's kinda like clockwork—he just knows to do it.

Our family is something we really planned out.

If it's casual, it's the pill AND condoms.

I needed to fix my system for taking the pill.

I didn't want anything messy or to stick inside.

I don't have a boyfriend now, but you never know.

I can't really even remember to take vitamins.