This article is for Shay, because like her, my "Auntie" decided to pay me my first visit during the summer.
It was late July and my cousin and I decided to ride our bikes to Wendy's for a bite to eat. We ordered the usual: junior bacon cheeseburgers and biggie fries. On the bike ride home I felt incredibly queezy, and wanted to blame it on the mountain of greese I just consumed, but it just didn't feel like that was the cause of this. Then I noticed it....
I had gotten my period for the first time.
Overwhelming emotions consumed me. Was I supposed to be excited? Was I supposed to be sad? I just couldn't pinpoint the emotion. How could I tell my mom?
By the time mom got off work, I got the nerve and just told her. She was overly excited. She invited my grandma over and decided to bake a cake to celebrate my "entrance to womanhood."
This is the moment I realized that getting my period would just plain out suck for the rest of my life (even though now I understand that eventually childbirth will be an amazing thing)....
