- You come, aunt? “The swimsuit in the dress asked me and the floats with flowers in their arms.

- Yeah. I have to spend some time in the bathroom and I kindly answer him.

- I'll help you! “We went up the stairs.

I got the dress. Blur. Sit down the toilet. My nephew standing in front of me. I pulled the rope and picked up the tampon. Eyes of your very long nephew: “What is that?” I opened a toilet paper envelope and started explaining what the rule is.
I remember perfectly that day that I was bleeding for the first time. I wasn't the first or the last of the crew. Fortunately, I fell into the bag of regulations: neither very healthy nor crude. Less shame, therefore. I remember being at home and as soon as I saw the red drop, I called my mother. I wanted you to confirm the idea. Was that the month? For me, she gave me one of the bag pads I had expressly bought.

- Do you tell me the next time you're changing rope? I want to see -- my nephew kicked me out as I washed my hands.

- Yeah, girl. I'll let you know before you leave the bathroom.

It was nice: he called his mother drowned in ignorance, who was telling his four-year-old nephew that the blood coming out of the top can be used to water the plants. It wasn't sterile the years when tampons were hidden as drugs from high school. It reminds me that now a friend put down brown pana pants in the heat that for the first time bled (he preferred sweat that would happen if he got dirty in carelessness). We learned to bomb the taboo at our feet. We still trust what Super Pop magazine said, imagine! Feminism has led many of us to change our relationship with the rule.

- Mom, do you use rope? “He found his parents having breakfast around the bathroom.

What? “The mother answered her daughter’s question without any foreword.

- You've seen how I changed the tampon and talked about the rule. “The brother-in-law almost choked his coffee.

- They're the bosses' business," he said during coughing. Aunt always with those things. “There’s the point for me.

- Don't worry, honey. She's right, you'll learn when you grow up like this," her mother added.

I understood that in pure improvisation, my parents would have moved quickly. However, I was slightly upset, as in the first conscious approach to menstruation my nephew was condemned to leave. I have the impression that his nephew also felt a little discontent.

When we approach menstruation: punishment. When we approach our sexualized body: punishment. When we are women, sanction. The monster crosses us: nephew, friend, mother, sister-in-law, brother-in-law, me. It comes to our meats and beans. It squeezes us inside. Pain is in command. And so it relieves it in the blood that will be produced from our blood.
It's already a month that we were on vacation. Today we gather the whole family to fire the summer. Today, just like a month ago, my nephew comes from behind me when I was going to the bathroom. Today I have also removed the tampon in front of him:

- Blood! he said.

- Yeah. I explained it to you in my holiday home. Don't you remember? “I’ve answered you rhetorically.

- No. – The niece turns around and approaches the sink talking about the importance of washing her hands after urinating.