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story 175
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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I was probably about
eight when I wanted to know exactly what it looked like, so I got a hand
mirror and examined for a long while. I was fascinated that it looked
so intricate.
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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My
mom described sex to me in detail, and she was very open about the whole
topic.
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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Not long
after the hand mirror incident my best friend and I examined each other.
We looked so different. We didn't touch, but we did compare.
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when I got
my first period...
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I had to
go to a cousin's birthday party on a hot summer day in a park. I was
excited about being a "woman". My greatgrandma told me I fell
off my log, and my mom cried because her baby was growing up.
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I was
sixteen, and I loved this boy since I was thirteen. We weren't dating
at the time, we were just friends. We had planned it the night before,
and the next day I went to his house with my friend. I asked him if I
could see his room, and we didn't even kiss, we just had sex. Ten minutes
later I was dressed, and my friend and I left. It wasn't a great first
time, but at sixteen everything is beautiful.
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I want to make sure
she feels that her body is beautiful and special. I want her to be comfortable
in her own skin. When she wants to have sex, I want her to own the situation,
and I want her to know that sex is supposed to be pleasurable and special
for her.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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about
women being comfortable with themselves.
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