|this is a picture from her dorm room. Just kill me now, please.|
I’ve always been apprehensive about milestones. When I got my period for the first time, I did not burst out in Judy Blume-worthy tears of joy; I cried in horror. , I thought. The truth is that getting your period doesn’t make you a woman. Neither does having a bat mitzvah or a quinceañera or a sweet 16. There is no definitive moment after which you wake up and trade in your novelty-print romper for a beige pantsuit and feel ready for every conceivable responsibility, because maturing is a lifelong process.