So I am one of those kids who loathed growing up.
A lot of my angst had to do with the fact that I wanted to be male.
When my chest started budding and my hips started widening and weird moods set in, my ambition of becoming a boy was shot.
What followed was the most dreary season of my little life.
Here are five things I wish someone told me about growing up.
1. Periods will not kill you.
I started my periods when I was thirteen years old. Blood coming out of my body every single month forever? I was horrified. Then the cramps started.