Help a girl stay in school — and change the world

If you were a girl in Malawi you would not attend school on the days that you menstruated — simply because you do not have access to menstrual supplies. As a result of missing so many days a year, you would not complete secondary school. Under-educated and personally disempowered, you would likely be married off at 12 years old and pregnant shortly thereafter.

Educated girls uplift the world. They marry later, have fewer children, earn 25% more and become leaders in their communities — and break the cycle of poverty. And in Malawi, empowerment is as simple as THIS: provide girls with menstrual supplies so they can attend class 5 days a week. It’s THAT easy to foster major social change. $10 bucks will keep a girl in school.

I’m cheering on two of my favourite socialprenuers, founders of LunaPads, Madeleine Shaw + Suzanne Siemens, the heart-on-sleeve forces behind Pads 4 Girls.

LunaPads is taking the leftover fabrics of Wal-Mart sundresses and Reebok track pants to create a re-usable collection of washable cloth menstrual pads + panties. We want to get kits to 10,000 Malawian girls. Each kit costs $10 bucks.

(Typically Pads4Girls Kits cost $28 to produce, but the savings from scrap fabric means they can make kits for $10.)

Let me put it another way: for $10 you help to liberate a girl to graduate and make empowered choices in her life.

Can you help keep a girl in the classroom?
1 girl? 5 girls? More girls?

I’m donating in $500 to send 50 kits to 50 Girls. I know that at least one of those girls will learn enough in school to break free and do more good in the world. (I also love that we’re keeping hundreds of pounds of fabric out of landfills.)

The vision: 10,000 more girls in Malawi going to school 5 days a week, learning about the world and expanding their possibilities (and reams of fabric staying out of landfills.) Sisters and citizens! I’m calling on you: $10 or more from you can make it happen!

Who runs the world? Girls — with our help.


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Please help me + @pads4girls keep Malawi’s girls in school–and change the world


$10 is a life changer for girls in Malawi. Join @pads4girls + me to keep girls in the classroom:
Malawi girls may be forced to marry as young as 12. Join @pads4girls + me to keep girls in the classroom:

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Malawi girls may be forced to marry as young as 12. Join @pads4girls + @lunapads to keep girls in the classroom — so they can grow up and change the world.


PS: an awesome FYI: more than 1 million disposable pads and tampons are diverted from landfills each month thanks to Lunapads’ customers making the switch to reusable products!

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