Vagina Love

So if y'all didn't make it out to see this weekend's production of The Vagina Monologues, you missed out. Big time. And I'm not just saying that because I was in it.

"This is a story about how I came to love my vagina."

While it may seem weird, prior to the Vagina Monologues, I did not appreciate having a vagina. Don't get me wrong- on other people they were fine and dandy, but I could never reconcile general vagina love to self vagina love. As a woman who grew up in a conservative household, performing in such a feminist, liberal play was somewhat nerve wracking. I came from a household in which "naughty bits" were not mentioned unless someone was doing a biology project, and even then it would be in hushed tones as if we were speaking about something forbidden. Needless to say, saying "vagina" in front of a crowd of people seemed intimidating and, frankly, embarrassing. How was I supposed to yell about vaginas, profess vagina pride, when I had been conditioned to think of my own as merely a biological (and awkward) commodity? I can safely say that I have since been desensitized from that embarrassment, and I am eternally glad about that fact. Post VagMon, I have a new love for what I previously thought was just a weird anatomical thing stuck between my legs like an afterthought.

Love your vagina, love yourself.