Its Beautiful being a women
Honestly, I was super thrilled when I got my first period. My best friend got it in 5th grade and she was the first to get it in class, as per our assumptions. Both of us were 11-year-old, and I got mine 3 months after her. It was a moment of pride. My sister and mom had explained the procedure in great detail and my friend had even flashed me a soiled pad. #TrueStory. I ran to her in class and told her "I'm bleeding too!" and she gave me a pad. And happily bloody ever after.
I was 12 and it was Independence Day. I was wearing a white salwar-kameez and had a wonderful day at school. I slept when I got home and woke up to a red salwar instead. I was petrified! I screamed and told my mother about it. She actually congratulated me on this. So did her friends, my cousins and the rest of the world. I am closer to my dad so I thought I'd ask him about it, but then I realized that my mother never did, so maybe I shouldn't too. When I asked her why we couldn't talk to him about it, she said, "achcha nahi lagta!" Also, contrary to common notion, I have actually found some really understanding guys when it comes to talking about the dreaded P word. When I was in Class 9, I stained my skirt in the classroom but I had no idea and got up to get out of the classroom. A guy friend of mine saw the stain and kept walking behind me. I think that was really sweet of him.
