Around the age of three years old I was chewing on dirt for the first time, at three years old Hayley Smith was experiencing a little something called puberty.

No, not thirteen. Three-years-old. By four years old she started menstruating. I was just starting to fall in love with cable television and my torrid affair with chocolate was just beginning.

This isn’t some excerpt from some Ripley’s Believe It or Not, but it isn’t the first case of a young girl developing before she’s suppose to.

It is hard enough being on the cusp of becoming a full-fledged teenager and finding out that your body has decided to change. You’re going to school and dealing with the ins and outs of either being having other people scrutinized your existence by means of bullying, or you’re just hating the fact that you feel like you’re never really going to fit in anywhere.

I hated middle school. It was probably the worst part of growing up. Everything was changing the people around me and as well as my body.

Now, if you can remember that far back to being that age and feeling like you could never really fit into the world because your hormones were jumping up, down, left and right. Imagine being three, four – or eleven years old for that matter. You’re physically more advanced than everyone your age. You probably look different and you’re probably feeling really, really emotional because of all your body’s strange changes.

Being so incredibly young, how can you mentally wrap your mind around something like that? Emotionally speaking, you would have to grow up quicker than other kids your age because everything about you is developing faster.

I thought I had it bad. But it turns out there are worst things than being a hormonal fifteen year old: a hormonal eleven-year-old.
—Eming Piansay