• Grace Chung

My First Period: Grace Chung

I was on a velvety red couch at my aunt’s house with my two cousins-Cory and Ange. I can’t recollect what we were discussing, but I felt it; a short, cold wetness. In hindsight, I’m not even sure if it was cold or if, at that very moment, I felt like I was slowly birthing a small alien baby.

Whatever exited out of me definitely didn’t feel natural, and I absolutely was not expecting it. I mumbled some form of “excuse me” as I bolted to the bathroom, absolutely terrified. My mom was in the living room gossiping with my aunts, casually peeling oranges and shelling peanuts.

I stared at myself in the mirror for just a second, pale. I felt as though every bit of my blood was draining down into my underpants. I sat down on the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down as quickly as my shivering fingers could, and saw with terrified eyes, pooled blood.

My first thought was unfortunate, my grandma would have to launder my underwear. I only wore white underwear and felt guilty about how difficult it would be for her to remove the bloodstain.

My second thought was a slight relief; I’d heard of this phenomenon in health class. I’d seen diagrams of what I was supposed to look like on the inside and knew I would need a pad or tampon. As I sat in the bathroom, I deliberated how to communicate this to my mom, who was preoccupied with my gaggle of aunts. The church had told me I could pray to God and he would provide. Could I pray my way out of this? Could He provide tampons? ESP? What?

Suddenly, I heard Cory on the other side of the door screaming at me to get out, so he could take his “afternoon dump.” Terrified, I crumpled several squares of toilet paper to buffer the space, and gingerly exited the premises.

I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about the arrival of “womanhood,” but desperately hoped that ain’t it.


Grace Chung

I am an avid clothing reseller and design nerd. In my free time, I love to cuddle my pup, drink tea, and read!