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story 187
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my earliest memory of
my vagina is...
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I was around eight and
was curious about it, so I grabbed a hand mirror and started looking
and touching to see just exactly what was "down there"
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when I was
little, my mother told me...
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absolutely
nothing
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when my friends
and I first talked about our vaginas...
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we still
haven't. Not many people are comfortable with discussing anatomy or sex
topics
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when I got
my first period...
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I was
really scared and tried to hide it and pretend it wasn't happening
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the first
time I shared my vagina with someone else...
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I
never have, but when I do, I hope it is a beautiful and wonderful thing
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what I told/would tell
my daughter about her vagina...
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I would be very open
and honest with her and let her know that it will always be okay to ask
questions and share her concerns with me. I would want her to be comfortable
with her body.
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this conversation
makes me think...
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that
being a woman is a beautiful and wonderful thing.
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