Puberty started to hit me, when all of my (female) classmates already started to look like full grown women.
And while many girls are desperate to enter this stage of their life, because they think that this is when they start to become interesting for the other sex, I had never felt that way.
To me, puberty was - and still is - a euphemism for some rather unpleasant things:
- Growing hairs in places where I neither need nor want them (and I'm talking about a lot of hair. Like dark hair. On fair skin.).
- Growing breasts which might look quite nice at first, but soon will fall victim to gravity (and gravity is a bitch!)
- Basically your entire body goes into berserk-mode, eventually resulting in greasy hair, pimples and mood swings your parents are going to hate you for.
- Once a month for about a week you will feel as if you were run down by a truck. You're not dead, but just lying there - suffering. And don't forget about the blood. And the mood swings!
Luckily I have never had a lot of problems with pain, but honestly:
Who feels extraordinarily sexy or active during shark week?
Swimming is not one of the best options (but I hate swimming anyway).
Sauna is not great either with the string of your tampon dangling between your legs.
Sexual intercourse? Are you kidding me?
You have to visit the ladies room frequently to change things up. So, longer trips can get pretty difficult.
And which girl wants to worry about her period on vacation?
It feels like one of those really annoying newsletters you sometimes get in the mail, and while this one doesn't inform me about a new vacuum cleaner I definitely do not want to buy, this one tells me each and every month:
"Listen up, girl! Are you ready to create a new, beautiful life?"
And my answer always is:
"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch! I'm still not ready to give up my selfish needs! Come back when I'm in my 30's."
And another really annoying thing is the irregularity. A lot of women I know use the pill, but they are either in a relationship, or they use it to control some of the side effects of their period.
Because I'm single and relatively carefree, I don't feel the need to buy the pill, which can also be useful for regulating your cycle.
Hence, my cycle tends to switch every few months. Sometimes I'm a week earlier, sometimes a week later.
It is just as annoying as it sounds, because it makes it hard to plan ahead, but being the cheap bastard that I am, it will stay that way until someone is ready for a risky business (namely: a realtionship with me).
But as Forrest's Momma always said:
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
And in my case: when you're gonna get it.
I will be 24 in less than two months. Maybe it's time for me to finally be cool with my body in all its gory glory, but the next time shark week hits my panties, every good intention will fall to pieces.
How do you experience "that time of the month"? Do you remember your first time?