I'm ten and a half years old.
Mom has been preparing me for the day that I would bleed.
(Pediatrician warned that I would develop early.)
Mom has shown me how to peel off the paper and stick the pad on my underwear.
(I thought the sticky part went on my pubic hair!)
Trauma.
Breasts.
AND Bleeding.
I'm not a girly girl.
I'm not into trendy bags.
Mom offered to buy me any kind of purse I wanted -- to hold my pads when I go to school.
A purse?
I don't want to carry a purse!
In school.
Time to change my pad.
May I be excused?
I carry the brown paper bag with me.
Trauma.
Breasts.
AND I'm bleeding.
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