Personal stories from women to the world related to vaginas.
“I was in a Moroccan baths with my Australian girlfriends. We were very excited to take part in this experience, but also a little hesitant. It would mean we would see each other fully naked! Australian girls are really not that comfortable in changing in front of each other and will do all that it takes to make sure we don’t expose our body parts to one another, let alone hang out with no clothes on! Generally I am ok with my body. This comes down to spending a lot of time in Scandinavia and being very familiar with the Finnish saunas. It is considered very strange to wear anything in a Finnish sauna so of course when I go to Finland; I take a sauna the Finnish way and go fully naked. So being around my Scandinavian friends naked is no problem, but my Australian girlfriends? Well that’s another story.
Anyway, to take part in the Moroccan bathing experience, we wanted to be culturally respectful and of course take our clothes off as this is what is expected. We all awkwardly removed our clothes and walked in a very stiff manner, avoiding eye contact and giggling quite nervously. After some time, we all relaxed and went back to our comfortable selves. At the end of the experience when we were lying around having a drink, the conversation came up on how we felt about the experience. We all agreed that Australian females are uncomfortable around one another naked and the whole idea is really quite ridiculous as obviously we weren’t going to perv at one another. My friend even went to the extreme of commenting on my vagina! She told me she liked the look of my vagina and that she thought it was ‘cute’. Wow, that was breaking all walls! It felt great that we had broken down the barriers; however it was only for that experience. Afterwards we all went back to avoiding exposing ourselves if we had to change in front of one another!”
“I was getting my regular pap smear test in London. I had this examination many times before and it’s always been a straight forward procedure. However, this one left me feeling like a freak! The doctor asked me when giving the examination if I had been circumcised. Of course I hadn’t and was totally scared and panicked when he asked me. I replied no and asked why he would ask. He didn’t reply and had terrible bed side manners. After the procedure, he left the room and the nurse remained. Luckily she was a lot more gentle and considerate. I was quite upset and asked her if there was something wrong. She explained to me that I was missing part of my labia. Apparently, a very small population are missing part of the labia and that in some countries they circumcise this part of a female. Wow, that was different!
I walked away really not knowing how I felt. I was annoyed that no other doctors had told me before and furious with how I found out without the doctor giving an explanation and the way he had asked me. I told the guy who I was seeing at the time and he said “I thought you looked a little different. It looks really neat and nice and I really like looking at it, so don’t worry”. I did feel much better after hearing his feedback. Since the experience, I have felt slightly proud and content with the way it looks!”
“As many women, I’m sure.. When the vagina is mentioned I go to a place of personal embarrassment and insecurity.
I feel I need to share this with you all.. not just to tell a story but to free myself from it. I hate..Capital HATE my vagina. But her and I we have an agreement….
When I was a young girl I was sexually abused on a number of occasions by a female babysitter. I do not share this to shock or upset anyone but simply to help one understand where my vaginal hatred comes from. From this sad experience I began to see my self as dirty and unclean.
Later when I started developing and my labia grew, I felt disgusted with these large shrivelled prune like flaps and how inconveniently uncomfortable they were. In my mind I associated them with being dirty. That’s all it looked like to me… An unclean mess.
Once I began my teen years, the early sexual encounters where less than encouraging.
I realize now it was mainly inexperience that caused the lewd and less than flattering remarks. But try being a teenage girl with all the other insecurities to boot and being told you taste weird.
So anyway the first brilliant encounter came from the least expected of sources and accounts for a rather intense fetish I have these days..A Complete NERD.
He played warhammer and got good grades, wrote poetry ,and hung out with a bunch of other sniggering nerds.. But my GOD… Get this boy alone in the bedroom and you’ve never met someone so keen to please, learn and worship a woman.
So from then on there was only one other insult to my downstairs and that was another instance of abuse. But the damage was already done.. It would take countless amounts of praise and tender love from quite a few broken hearts to even get the hate under control.
Now to present day and I have had another hit to my self esteem. I’m 27 yrs old and have recently under gone a double mastectomy. That’s right the one part of my body I was please with has been lopped off due to a very very early cancer scare.. I took no chances. But my self esteem is still wallowing down the bottom of the well somewhere.
So to present day…. I was just sitting in the bath tub trying to think of what I’d say. What I could tell people that would be inspiring as that’s what people want to hear right.
Well thinking this I began to think over the good, the wonderful and the down right amazing things about my vagina.
And you know what??? There’s plenty to tell you. I am a lucky owner of a vagina capable of multiple earth shaking orgasms. I am the owner of what will hopefully bring a new life into this world. I am the owner of a beautiful pink clam, a soft warm palace, a pussy, a pleasure temple. I have not been told in the past 10 years of my life anything bad about her. She is always complimented on how good she tastes and feels. I was so focused on the negative and afraid of what to tell people that I hadn’t thought of all the good I’ve been told and realized now ..that the bad was only my perception..
So this is what I wanted to share.. Only us as women have the power to make ourselves feel good or bad about our vagina. But next time you feel bad…Remember men don’t give birth to new life.. Vaginas are Mother Earth and All her glory…(as annoying as periods may be !)”
“The summer moved
in their girl bodies,
crackling as safely
as the gum leaves in
the bushland behind
their twin houses.
Alone in the
they sang nonsense
words to the wattle.
It caught in
their hair as they
crawled into a
patch of sunshine.
In their girl bodies,
the sky was just a
bright, blue tunnel.
They giggled to
each other, skinny
in the curious
and sweet lifting
of printed cotton.
I don’t like
She dropped her skirt
and slapped away a
sticky black mosquito.
Inside our girl bodies,
the summer fell away.”
“When I was 15 years old I was seeing an older guy who wanted to ‘go all the way’ but I was a virgin and wanted it to be with someone I loved, so I broke up with him. He was deeply sad and upset and confided in a group of mutual friends about how much he loved my vagina and described it to them in detail. The shape, the pubic area, how it felt on the inside, it’s pinkness, my labia…he left little out. I was at first mortified to hear a description of my innocent vagina being repeated back to me in detail, but then I was kind of pleased. Is my vagina something to be proud of? Something to be celebrated? Something worth talking about? I wondered how males felt when females gossip about their penis?
What was the long term affect on me? Well I can say that this little piece of ‘talk’ didn’t so much add to my ego, it was more like a little private smile was ignited within me. The gossip of my ex boyfriend had given me permission to think of my ‘V’ as beautiful. And this is a gift that has lasted a life time. I hope this exhibition starts some powerful gossip about the beauty and uniqueness of all vagina’s so we can all reap the benefits of the genetalia regalia!”
“My partner and I were discussing a vagina mythology of the hairy factor today.
I do think a little less hair is rather handy when your doing something sexy down there, but all in all can’t men and women just accept the way we were created and cherish and appreciate it? How boring if everyone all had the same designer vagina, and there was no variation in size, colour or style.
The pubic hair’s main function is for protection as I understand, and if on the occasion I decide to shave it all off, I feel very vulnerable, a bit sensitive and can’t quite decide if the couple of days without, looks better or can justify the itchy regrowth and susceptible ingrown hairs.
When I was growing up around age 11 – 13, the amount of hair you had on your legs and bikini line was a huge point of judgement between the girls at school, and must have given me a huge complex as soon as I started growing any pubic hair, and I think how tragic, young woman grow such insecurities so early on in their identities of becoming a woman.
These days I smile when I see a woman strutting her stuff in bikini bottoms with a bit of fluff poking out the side, I think good on you girl, you don’t care what people think, you just do what feels right and accept your body the way you are.”
“If I was to actually describe why I am interested in this project it stemmed from a discussion I had with friends over New Years. The boys were talking about who was circumcised and who wasn’t, and then the conversation turned to vaginas. I’m not very well versed in vaginas. I have one, but I don’t really look at it. It’s a part of me, but unknown to me. I know how things feel. I know folds and crests and ridges, and points of pleasure. But I do not define my vagina. It simply is.
Anyway, the conversation turned to ‘innies’ and ‘outies’. The interesting thing was, we knew nothing about them. None of us. I had to turn to one of my male friends and ask him what I ‘was’. The boys had very clear ideas of what makes a ‘good’ vagina, but I couldn’t even begin to describe a framework. I think vaginas resist words, resist definitions, cannot be constrained or presented in language. And that’s why I’ve suddenly become interested in looking at my vagina, quite literally. I suppose I am trying to see another part of myself.”