How Puberty did me wrong

How Puberty did me wrong

I don’t think 400 words is going to be enough for me to talk about this but still, here goes. Today for free write, I decided to tackle PUBERTY! A stage I’m pretty sure everyone reading this has gone through. Well, I ain’t got any love for puberty. It did me bad, real bad. I remember seeing many girls blossom into barbies when they hit puberty. I didn’t think I was going to turn into one of them, no, but I also didn’t think puberty would hate me so much and do me so wrongly.

First from a mere 33kg at the beginning of middle school, by the time I graduated I was over 55kg (thanks Puberty). And then came the Pimples. Well, they weren’t really pimples more like rashes. They were all over my face and neck. My lord, I looked like a hornet of baby bees. I remember someone (a friend) when he saw my face, suggested that maybe I should begin to cover up with a veil (we call it Niqab). It’s the veil that some Muslims cover their faces with; he suggested it cause my face looked that bad.

And when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, ‘Hormonal Imbalance’. Ever been on your period for more than two weeks? It is the most uncomfortable thing ever! At first, I didn’t think something was wrong. But then 3 days, 5days, 7days passed and the period didn’t stop. I could use up a whole packet of Pad in just one day. The flow was so much that the blood clotted.

In the 2nd week of my period, I remember standing with my classmates (who were boys) talking and then, I felt a dribble down my leg. I look down, It was Blood! I ran to the toilet like it was nobody’s business. And it was barely an hour since I changed. For someone who on a regular period had little flow, it was a huge change.

Later on that same day, I was sitting in the class with my girl friend and a bunch of boys playing whot. I had a feeling something was wrong so I whispered to Musa (the girl) that I’d stand up and she should check me. When she did, I wasn’t just stained, the whole of the Neon Yellow chair I was sitting on was now Red. Oh Lord! I was mortified.

I just sat down there, scared, angry, frustrated, you name it! And it felt like the boys were never going to leave. One minor embarrassing detail I intentionally forgot to add is, I could see one or two flies circling around me (that was real embarrassing).

I would explain how I finally left the class, cleaned up the chair and walked all the way to the main gate of the school in my now ‘red skirt’, but maybe in another post. I’d say this- When I got to the school gate, the first thing we did (I and Musa) was call my mum to pick us up, and the hospital was the next stop.

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11 thoughts on “How Puberty did me wrong

  1. OH gosh girl!! I can certainly see why you hated puberty! I will say as soon as I saw your theme, I had to smile and say AMEN! For my girls are in the puberty stage now and its AWFUL!! My one daughter has her’s for 2 weeks also! And of course the mood swings hit before the period starts and than you have it during your period! Doesn’t give much room for sanity! Thanks for sharing and I sure hope it got better for you!

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    1. You are in for it! But it did get better. I was prescribed some pills to reduce the flow. But you’ll make it. And good luck with the mood swings πŸ˜‰

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  2. Yes! Damn puberty! That thing hit me like a bus and not only did my breasts grow to an uncomfortable and inconvenient size, but it also increased my appetite. And the pimples! Ugh. Thank goodness my mom pitied me and took me to a dermatologist, and by the time I went to college it my face didn’t look so bad anymore.

    This was a really interesting topic, kaygy! I feel you with the periods. I often had a period leak during the first year of my puberty, but good thing I went to an all-girls school and they were all supportive and helpful when someone went through that.

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