CA — an style="font-weight: 400;">Going from being a child to an adolescent is tough. It’s even harder when you’re the only girl in your house.
I live with my dad and two brothers. My mom isn’t in the picture anymore. When I was younger I never noticed the gender difference in my house, or at least I didn’t care. My childhood was filled with stereotypically girly traditions: wearing princess costumes to school, playing with barbies, and owning pink everything.But when I started middle school and my body started changing, the blissful ignorance ended. Telling my dad I got my period seemed like the worst conversation I could ever have.So during a Target run, I slipped a box of pads into the cart and prayed he wouldn’t say anything. I latched on to older female friends for advice. They mademe feel like I had older sisters -- teaching me how to do makeup, curl my hair, and find the right bra. I don’t blame my dad for his cluelessness, and given his circumstances, he did a good job. In the end, his unconditional love and support made up for his lack of hair braiding skills.
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