That was back when we were young

From maiden to mother/midlife the things we don't talk about.

Maidenhood, the magical time just before and after our first blood. Our teenage years, when things are confusing and hard yet exciting. I remember waking during the summer at my best friends’ house, smelling the lake and the morning heat already coming in through the window. Anything and everything was possible. I’d roll out of bed, long messy hair and put on my bikini. Linger in the mirror for a moment judging this bulge or that, noticing if I was bloated or if my thighs touched together. It was just a moment, and then the allure of the day would draw us out onto the boat. Tanned smooth skin and white teeth. We were beautiful things. On this lake is where I met my first great love, you know the one.