“Boys have wanted to kiss me since I was eleven, and back then I didn’t want to kiss them. And then it was grown-ass boys, or legit men, giving me sneaky looks, and Mami told me I’d have to pray extra so my body didn’t get me into trouble. And I knew then what I’d known since my period came: my body was trouble. I had to pray the trouble out of the body God gave me. My body was a problem. And I didn’t want any of these boys to be the ones to solve it. I wanted to forget I had this body at all.”
