During one school year, something stood out in my classroom.
Having been an educator for over 20 years, I experienced it first-hand.
In my 5th grade class, half the young girls began their period journey, except for my daughter Sterling (see us pictured with Kymani on the left, me (Dana) in the middle, and my daughter Sterling on the right).
Those innocent eyes, filled with confusion, uncertainty, and even scare, looked up at me. I could see that all they wanted was someone to understand.
I remember my own journey, those terrifying steps into womanhood. Thinking back to school days, I’d ask my besties for a pad, only to find it way too big and uncomfortable.
It wasn't just about the physical discomfort, but the emotional burden it took on me, wondering if I'd have an embarrassing leak.