I was at the waterpark with my new boyfriend when a man suddenly approached me and whispered, “You need help. Come with me. How could your boyfriend not warn you about this!” Surprised, I followed him.
I knew it wasn’t my period. He took me to the bathroom and asked me calmly if I had noticed anything unusual about my swimsuit. Confused, I stepped in front of the mirror and turned slightly.
It wasn’t harmful, but it did look startling from a distance. He had noticed the marks and didn’t want me to feel embarrassed walking around in front of the crowds. As I washed off the paint, relief washed over me as well. Continue reading…