Erica's story

My conservative Christian parents had taught me that certain parts of me always had to be covered up and never seen; my pussy was one of these parts. Because of this I never gave my pussy much thought; it was nothing more than a source of embarrassment and shame. I never even really knew what it looked like until my teenage years. It took me until my first experience with a tampon to actually take a mirror and examine myself “down there”. I don’t know if I liked what I saw; it looked the way it was “supposed to” like we were taught in sex ed, but at the same time it felt like another part of me. It was a part of me so foreign and unfamiliar, and as far as I knew was solely there for procreation. I had also been conditioned to believe it was a source of shame that no one should ever see, myself included. I avoided looking at it, or even touching it anymore than I needed to.

 

I remember my first few sexual encounters. I wouldn’t take off my panties because I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want anyone to see my pussy because I didn’t know how they would react. My limited understanding was that men were only interested in a woman’s breasts, and anything else was just extra. It wasn’t until men started paying attention to it that I gave it much thought. I’ve gotten comments about how “nice” and “picture perfect” it looks, but they only made me that much more self-conscious. It was a part of me that I seldom looked at, and to have various partners express how much they enjoyed it both worried and scared me. I began to shave constantly and obsessed about what other people thought of it. I thought of it as a part of my body, but for someone else. If my current partner expressed a desire to see my pussy with hair, then I wouldn’t shave despite enjoying the feel of being clean shaven better. It was just one more part of my body that men could rate; this coupled with my inherent shame made it hard to share this part of me with anyone.

 

It took a while, but I’ve finally overcome all of that. My pussy belongs to me, is a part of my body just like any other part. The fact that women feel the need to undergo labiaplasty to shape their vulva is just maddening. Not only is there no standard, there is no right or wrong, no one correct way a pussy should look. Your pussy is yours, plain and simple. It doesn’t matter what it looks like or what size or shape it is. There is no such thing as a “wrong” pussy, and nothing ever needs to be “fixed”. I love my pussy not because of how it looks but because it’s mine.

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