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story 162
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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Sitting in the bathtub
wondering what it was for and why was
it there.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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Keep it
clean and its something personal.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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I was younger,
it wasn't really talking because neither of us knew anything about it.
Just kind of chatting to make us feel smart and important.
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when I got
my first period...
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I was 12
and i went to the bathroom and there it was. I felt really bad that night
so it explains a lot of things.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I was sixteen
and I had been dating my best friend for over a year. He was sweet and
never wanted to push me or do anything I didn't want to do. He went slow
and fingered me that day and I touched him too. It was a great experince
for me. I love him and we are still together today. I think i made a
good choice about sharing it with him.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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To always talk to me
and to save her body for someone who really cares about her.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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How I'm
glad i waited for someone I really cared about.
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