This November marks 21 years since what was for a while the worst day of my life: the day I got my first period. I was a competitive swimmer, fit and just shy of turning 11. Not one of my friends had gotten their period. The books all said it was at least another year away.
Miss Britt - that’s me. I was born in 1980, which means I’m old enough to drink, smoke and vote. I’m happy to say I exercise all of these liberties as needed.