Erica Q • Colorado • 30
I was 11 years old and had just spent the night at a friend's house. I saw blood in the toilet the next morning and was horrified but I told my friend's mom who chuckled at the irony- we had planned to spend the day at a water park (which ended up not happening). She gave me a pad and did her best to explain how to use it before calling my mom who was ecstatic.
My mom bought me a red rose and took my picture with it to immortalize the day I got my first period. At the time I felt like it was the worst day of my life and I spent it mourning my childhood. Looking back as an adult, it was actually quite a beautiful day.
