Nobody warned me about this part of growing up...

I remember years ago when my only problem was school. I hated waking up early in the morning to go to a place filled with children just like me.I dreaded the strict teachers who seemed to always complain about homework,our uniforms and being late.I would grumble every morning, throw tantrums, and refuse to shower until my mum either sweet-talked me or gave me a few lashes of cane. Why? Because home was the only place I felt safe in my smallness. And while I was in school, all I could think about was going home when the bell rang. I thought about the delicious meals my mom would have waiting. I thought about how to beat my friends in the games we’d planned for later that evening. I thought about where to hide when we played hide-and-seek. Back then, it felt like school was the only problem in the world. I wanted to grow up so badly, just so I could stay home like my mom. Little did I know what was waiting beyond childhood. Nobody warned me how my body would change with puberty. Mine came early, unlike my peers. I was the only one who looked different. The only one who had developed breasts.I didn't really understand it.I felt ashamed of it. I spent my days trying to cover up. I eventually stopped doing sports because running made me feel exposed. At some point,I wanted to disappear until I looked like everyone else. Nobody warned me about the weight of responsibility as the first daughter, with four siblings behind me. How I would become the second mom of the house without anyone asking. How I would start doing the very things I watched my mom do as a child. How I would be the one cooking the meals I once raced home to eat. Suddenly, I was the one cleaning, nursing injuries, settling fights, and holding things together when I was still trying to hold myself together. Nobody warned me how sensitive I would eventually become. How I would miss being carefree. How I would wish I didn’t know certain things, because knowing them made me older overnight. How I would grow self-aware, start caring about what I wore, and care about how pretty I looked, not for me at first, but because the world suddenly had opinions. That you leave childhood thinking you’re gaining freedom, but you’re actually trading one set of problems for another. Bigger ones. Quieter ones. Ones you carry <a class="tc-blue" href="https://alone.And" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">alone.And </a> yet, somehow, you keep going. You cook the meal. You wipe the tear. You stand in front of the mirror, adjust your clothes, and step outside anyway. Because no one warned you, but you’re learning anyway. /data/user/0/<a class="tc-blue" href="https://com.samsung" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">com.samsung </a>.<a class="tc-blue" href="https://android.app" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">android.app </a>.notes/files/clipdata/clipdata_bodytext_260627_110558_608.sdocx

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