Birth control articles

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

A "three-year thing" fits perfectly in my schedule.

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

I just NEED to have my pill.

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

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

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

I needed to fix my system for taking the pill.

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

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

Our family is something we really planned out.

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