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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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I never really paid
any attention to it...I thought it served no purpose besides urinating.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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Absolutely
Nothing. I was left to figure it out on my own. I think I did a nice
job, though.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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Hmm...Probably
around 8th grade, I believe everyone lived in fear of something being
wrong or different about their vagina.
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when I got
my first period...
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It was
on my Mothers birthday...Thankfully I didn't have school but I knew right
away that I hated it and would have to live this way for quite a while.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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When
I was 14...My boyfriend decided to slide his hands down my pants nonchalantly...I
thought it was harmless fun but I didn't let it last long. He wasn't
that good at what he was doing anyway. *sigh* What a waste.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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Its yours...You can
make your own decisions but know the consequences and feel free to tell
me about anything, as hard as that sounds...I could listen
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this conversation
makes me think...
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Of
how old mothers seem to act...If they were more open, daughters would
share so much more.
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