This confessional series goes out to my #girlsquad of readers. As you know, I’m all about staying informed and sharing knowledge. Being sex positive and body positive is essential. How else are we gonna be in charge of our bodies, right? #RaisedOnOurBodiesOurselves
Besides, I feel like we’ve known each other long enough for me to tell you this… But just so you know, I’m about to step up my TMI game, so y’all best be ready!
Here goes nothin’! ?
For the vast majority of my active sexual life, my V has been ironclad. No matter how much sex I had, my vag was happy and healthy. The worst I could imagine down under was a light case of thrush – nothing a single external application of over-the-counter cream wouldn’t sort out in a jiffy. Since I was in a long-term monogamous relationship, I didn’t have to give STIs and STDs the time of day either. And so life went on – perfect discharge and all.
Fast forward a couple of years. I was literally days away from my 26th birthday and I’d just been dumped over Skype (#ouch). I did what any person would do who’s suffering from the temporary insanity of heartbreak: I moved continents, started a new job, became vegan, and didn’t have sex for two years. ?
While I intuitively understood that the whole experience had changed me as a person, I didn’t have a clue that it had changed my vagina too…
Stay tuned for my next installment to find out exactly what happened to my poor vag!
Photo: Erik-Jan Leusink