Breaking the Silence on Menstruation

I vividly remember the day my cycle began. I was 11 years old, just weeks away from summer vacation and two months shy of my 12th birthday. I sat on the toilet, crying for hours, convinced I was dying. Surely, I thought, this must be the end. Eventually, my aunt—who was staying with us atContinueContinue reading “Breaking the Silence on Menstruation”