When I was twelve years old I got my first period at my aunt's house in Boulder, Colorado. I jumped around the bathroom shouting, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" From the ages of seven to ten I was routinely sent home from church functions for stuffing my bra with toilet paper and refusing to take them out. For as long as I can remember I have loved everything about being a woman. I love our breasts, our wombs, our struggles, our stories.
My entire body is a miracle. My entire mind is designed to endure and survive. Every morning thousands and thousands of girls wake up to the sun. We know we are the best kept secret. We know we carried you into being. It does not take a scientist or a lawyer or a piece of paper to tell me what I am, what I have always been. When I was born the doctor called out, "girl!" and every day. Every. Single. Day of my life. I am honored to be here.