Do You Remember Puberty?
This is a super extra random post, but for some reason I was remembering puberty. Do you remember it? Was any of it a happy experience?
Maybe you were an extra-hormonal young man who was glad to finally control an erection. Or maybe you were the world’s only woman who was glad to get her period.
I for one was super excited about my hips. I think hips are so womanly. Not many women are truly curvy, and having hips are an essential part of that. I knew I’d be short and always look young for my age, so having hips would identify me as actually over 12 years old.
And breasts were nice too. But based on the women in my family, I knew a C cup was a wish upon a star and nothing more. And being African-American, I never worried about my butt.
Even with all these new chick parts sprouting up, I was most excited about hair. Suddenly having to shave my legs and underarms felt sooo grown up to me. I began priding myself on my smooth legs, even though they were smooth before I grew hair. But who cares about smooth legs as a child? No one, that’s who.
I remember a friend showing me her new underarm hair with joy when we were about 12. It was such a moment, you had to be there. Did I mention I used to (and still do) do awkward so well?
Was there anything about puberty you remember fondly? Or am I now an even bigger weirdo than previously thought?