tw: menstruation

in eighth grade every morning in georgia history class we would stand to say the pledge of allegiance and sing “proud to be an american.” we wore uniforms of khaki pants and burgundy shirts.

one morning, after the pledge was over and we had started singing the first few lines of the song, i could hear my best friend who sat in the desk behind me sing close to my ear, “cause the flag still stands for freedom, and there’s blood on your paaaaaaants!”

during the explosive chorus i instead imploded into my shoes. i wrapped a sweater around my waist in attempt to not bring attention to it. i knew it would come someday, but i still wanted to cry. after the morning announcements we went outside for the eighth grade photo, where i had to stand in the row right in front of the awkwardly tall boys while the photographer fumbled with the camera.

mortifying.

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