Her name is Stacey. Stacey grew up eating only fruits and vegetables. She always heard about candy and how sweet and tasty it was. So she went to her mother and asked her about it. Stacey's mother told her while it may look and taste good, candy will just rot your teeth. So Stacey, partially afraid of her teeth rotting, put candy in the back of her mind. As time went on, she heard more and more about candy, it was everywhere, in the stores, on the television. After hearing more, she thought about it more, the different kinds, colors, and flavors. Stacey decided she would try a piece of candy but she wanted her first bite to be special; she had to pick the right piece of candy. There were chocolate bars, twizzlers, and even nerds trying to catch Stacey's attention. Not all of the candies stood out to Stacey; some she stared at in awe but the others would be lucky if they could get even a glance from her. One day Stacey stumbled upon a peppermint when she realized she was waiting so long for the perfect candy. What if she never found the perfect candy? What if it didn't exist? Stacey would've spent her whole life searching for nothing. So, in an act of impulse, she popped the peppermint in her mouth. She was glad with her decision to make this her first candy. She had been familiar with peppermints, they were always around and one of the first candies Stacey had ever known of. They were comforting. Even though the candy tasted good, it wasn't everything Stacey had expected. Stacey expected to be blown away with her first bite of a piece of candy. She expected it to be life changing, to emerge as a new person, however she felt the same. She wondered why she waited so long for a piece of candy. It was because she wasn't ready to deal with what might have been the outcome. What if her teeth did rot? Or if her piece of candy was well past its expiration date? Stacey soon realized that it wasn't about the piece of candy, whether it was a peppermint, a milk dud, or a skittle; it was about her. Stacey waited until she was ready to eat the candy. She waited until she was comfortable to make such a decision; one she thought would be so life changing. And she made sure the decision was all up to her.
Stacey was every girl waiting for the perfect guy. Stacey was every girl afraid of society labeling her sexuality. Stacey was every girl who allowed the opinions of other to shape how she felt about herself.
Stacey lost her virginity last summer.
Not as a result of coercion or as an act of defiance but because she wanted to. Because Stacey is a person who can make decisions for herself.
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