ABSTRACT
When I was in fifth grade, my sheltered, adolescent world shattered. On an unsuspecting spring afternoon, a woman I had never seen before divided our class by boys and girls, sat us down on our morning meeting carpet at the front of the classroom, and dropped the scariest news I’d heard at that point in my life—I was going to bleed each month for the rest of my life, and like it or not, there was nothing I could do about it.
