I could sense their discomfort when we were intimate with each other and often times, despite my very vocal personality, I did not speak up.
I remember one of my friends got her period at 11; I used to be jealous of my friends and their periods until I knew.
I have become comfortable with my period, but I have not done away with all of the shame.
Now I want nothing more than for it to go on long enough for the dots in my head to connect and realize that I have always deserved this kind of appreciation.
I let go of the tension in my lower back.
I lay there calmly, breathing full uninterrupted breaths while he continues to take in all of me.
I bleed every month and do not die — that has got to be some sort of superpower.