A Woman’s Memories

Mine and many others’

Nayanika Saikia
Jun 14 · 2 min read
Photo by the author

My earliest memories of being a woman are from when I had my first bleed

A few drops of blood on my panty crotch decided my fate thereafter

— Don’t play rough with the boys!

— Don’t dress like that! In such loose billowy shirts and pants, and… my god! Are those even shorts?