One of my friends (not sure if she wants yall to know lol) daughters started her cycle today. My friend called SCREAMING (embarrassing the poor child) to tell me the news. Her baby isn’t a baby anymore 😦 lol Anywhoo after I got off the phone with her, my “woman” day came rushing back.
The year was 1991, Saturday, July 14th to be exact.
I woke up in the middle of the night terrified that I’d pissed on myself, only to find that I was becoming a “woman” *eyeroll*. I woke my momma up and told her that I’d started my period, she told me where the pads were, i cleaned myself/bed and went back to sleep.
The next day it was a Sunday. Not just ANY Sunday. This Sunday was my 11th birthday and it was also Communion Sunday. Communion Sunday in a baptist church meant all-white. White dress, white stocking/socks, white shoes, and a damn chapel cap. I got up got dressed, my momma sent me to church with a pad in my purse. I’d read enough books and pamphlets, I knew what was happening with my body. So off to church I went.
Sat through Sunday School, announcements, scripture reading, prayer, testimony, A & B selection, long winded as sermon, selection from the choir, prayer, alter call, offering, prayer, passing of the communion trays, hymn before you take communion, “eat of body…drink of my blood”, choir singing aaaaaaaaMEN, prayer, more announcements and FINALLY closing prayer.
I sat through almost 4 1/2 hrs of church, in my white dress.
*sigh* Yall When I stood up, the woman behind me, YANKED me back down!! I turned around with AT-TIT-TUDE, how DARE she pull on ME like that?! Instead of getting smart (i am in church) I rolled my eyes and jumped up real quick and stared her down, then I heard… EWWWWWWW WHAT IS THAT?!
I turned around and my church “friends” were either laughing and pointing or dry heaving in disgust.
An usher (the mean one) came and snatched me and dragged me to the back of the church and there I saw it… BLOOD, deep crimson red blood all over the back of my snow white dress.
The usher gave me an old table cloth to wrap around my waist so I wouldn’t stain the car seats. When I made it to my grandma (we always went there after church). My momma runs up giggling and shit (totally ignoring my tear streaked face and scowl) and throws her arm around me and announces to EVERY DAMN BODY (keep in mind sunday after church everybody went to my grandma’s house and my grandma has 11 kids. And it was an impromptu b-day party for me) that “her baby is NOT a baby anymore and she got her 1st period the day before her birthday”.
If I could have melted into a puddle of goo I would have… instead I burst into tears and took off running into the house, Where I locked myself in the bathroom and DIED of embarrassment.
While I dying, one of my cousins filled my momma in on the SCARLET dress situation. She and my grandma and a few nosey ass cousins came and interrupted my deathbed experience. I let them in (even though I could have stayed in the bathroom ALLLLLL day) they helped me clean myself and my dress, and convinced me that no one would make fun of me. (i’m sure they must have promised them fire and brimstone if they teased me)
I eventually came out, and no one teased me. I eventually went on to enjoy the rest of my Birthday. But please trust and know. I was in the bathroom like clockwork changing those damn pads!!
To this day, you will not catch me in white when my period is down. And I STILL change my pads like clockwork. Overnight my ass… you’ll never catch me surfing the crimsontide again.
I’m sure not too many people have a “womanhood” story to stop that ish!