When I was ten, my best friend told me she'd been picked on by a boy. She'd told her parents and they'd said, "Oh sweetie, if a boy picks on you, he likes you!" So I let people push me around because I thought that's what liking someone meant.
When I was twelve, my best friend got her first boyfriend. He'd told her that if she sent him nudes than he knew she loved him. I told her not to, since we didn't know if this boy would send them to his friends.
Me, now at fourteen, walk around with my best friend. She's grown into a beautiful young lady and her body has matured. People honk and shout at us, catcalliwng in an annoying tone. She yells "thank you" While I yell "fuck you". She just shrugs and tells me to learn how to take a compliment. I tell her to learn what a compliment is.
