In this new generation of colorful and surging ideas, everyone is the colorist of life, and I, an ordinary girl in the age of 24, have recently embarked on a journey of self-exploration. In this secret garden where I still guard the "first experience" at this age, I can't help but wonder to myself: is this an "old school" that can't keep up with the trend, or is it an insistence on self-purity?
A few days ago, in order to solve the "random play" of the menstrual period and the occasional "small emotions" in the abdomen, I walked into the gynecology clinic with a hard head. Who knows, the male doctor who bumped into him head-on and asked straightforwardly: "Have you ever had sex?" In an instant, I felt like I was being a little transparent under the spotlight, my cheeks were hot, and I seemed to press the pause button all around, only my heartbeat "thump" on my eardrums, just wanting a flash to escape from this suffocating scene of "social death". The villain in his heart roared: What age is this, can't you be gentle and subtle, doctor?
But if you think about it, maybe this is the doctor's professional style, and for them, it's just a routine. After all, pure and impure, there may be a real way to check, scientific, and not emotional. The reason why my little heart is frightened is probably the result of the double effect of the little Jiujiu in my heart and the eyes of the outside world.
The cold words on the diagnosis book - hormones are messed up, inflammation comes to join in the fun, menstrual flow shrinks and I always like to report in advance, this series of "bad news" is like a basket of stones, one by one smashed into my heart, and the seeds of my self-doubt began to germinate. I'm wondering, is it because I read too many books, and my brain is also following the "nerd", in this tide of fast food love, is my "rare species" on the verge of extinction?
For me, love is simply a psychological guerrilla war without gunpowder. Every time I just want to get closer, I retract back with a kick at the door, for fear of encountering those "overnight" scum, and I am even more afraid that I can't afford the "price of love". So, I chose the safest way out - escape. But in retrospect, is it really the safest option? Could it be that I was too cautious and made me miss out on the possible landscapes?
In the face of the fog of the future, I long to find the right balance between self-determination and harmony with the world. The next time I encounter the doctor's soul torture, maybe I can be a little cooler, and simply say "I am still a single aristocrat", no need to say more, let alone be a little shy because of this. After all, life has its own rhythm, and respecting your own pace is also a life lesson for others.
In #Sister is living like this#, #女子不易#的热门话题中浸泡, I gradually understood that women's journeys have always been thorns and roses. Struggles, struggles, and self-examination are all necessary lessons for growth. The key is to listen to your inner voice, be brave enough to bloom your true self, and not live in someone else's script. Fitting in or out should not be a measure of self-worth, and true happiness and satisfaction come from inner peace and self-acceptance.
Therefore, at the age of 24, there is nothing to be ashamed of, it is just a stop on the long journey, it has nothing to do with right and wrong, and it is not a label of value. In this complicated world, we must learn to hold our heads high, no matter how noisy the outside world is, but also to protect the tranquility and firmness in our hearts.