one day, i decided to go take a shower. as i pulled down my undies, i saw a patch of brown. of course, because of the brown, i thought i just, um, shat in my pants. i ignored it, and hoped the stain wouldn’t be there the next day.
the next several days, it appeared, lessening each. time.
one of the final days, brown didn’t show up - red. but it wasn’t much, it was barely there. but i was sure it was red. VERY sure.
i was freaking out, and the next day, i consulted one of my closest friends, whose mom was a nurse, and had her period for about 6 months now. , she told me that it might be spotting, and that it’s sorta the, say, calm before the storm.
by this time, i knew i had to tell my mom. i told her, promptly holding up a stained liner and announcing to her - “uh, what’s this?” (even though i knew fully well what THAT was.)
she told me all about it, blah blah blah.
a few weeks later, red, who me and my friend joke about it being someone named “flo”, came.
from then on, i fucking hated my period