I was supposed to be proud And jovial, that day, But I sat quietly, sobbing, With no insight of what I should do! Cont. In caption... #periodsbelike I was supposed to be proud and jovial, that day, but I sat quietly, sobbing, with no insight of what I should do. That day, June 14th must have been better. The day, must have been memorable. The day, I got my first periods, must have been a bit different. I was so insane, that I didn't know this is not something, that should make me cry. Yes, I cried. I cried, not because of any physical pain, but I cried, as I thought, that this society would no more see me as they used to. I cried, as I feared that my mom will not love me anymore. I cried, as they apprised me not to wear the dress I wore on that day. I cried, as unknown faces gathered to see me. I cried, as they hesitated to touch me. I wasn't told that this is normal. Lord, I feel so bad now. I should've celebrated that day, instead of weeping. Those days, where we used codes to talk about it, those days where we bunked schools, with this excuse; it's ridiculous.