Teenage Girls Need Judy Blume More Than Ever
A group of high school senior friends gather to prepare to attend their prom in Brooklyn, New York. (Andrew Lichtenstein via Getty Images)
In the seventies, nobody told girls what growing up was like. Now, we just tell girls it’s horrible.
The day my menstrual cycle started, my mother knocked on the bathroom door and presented me with a pad.
“Congratulations,” she said—and then, because I was still standing there with my hand out: “What’s the matter?”
"Where’s the belt?" I asked.
The year was 1994, I was twelve years old, and sanitary napkins—the old-school kind, which clipped to an elastic …
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