Nothing is wrong with me? I thought. Not unclean? It’s just . . . a new part of me I need to learn to control? I’d come all this way to go on my pilgrimage because I’d thought my body was trying to tell me something was wrong with it.
I am okay all along. Dude I have had these moments too. Low key also a convo about talking to your young about their changing bodies. And how important it is be there for them.
