I always had a good relationship with my vulva until I started sharing it with others. Words cannot describe the feelings of disgust and shame I had. I always thought I had a fat 'vagina' I would hide it with loose clothes otherwise I was convinced people would think I had a penis. My labia were so long that they got tangled and my partner's would struggle to get through. My hair was always thick and rough which often caused chafing. I ignored my vulva, always, unless I was gritting by teeth through the embarrassing moments when my abnormal body would betray me. Moments I was suppose to be enjoying. That was until I had a daughter. She was born with very unique labia. Upon the hospitals regular inspection after birth her labia were noted as deformed! My question was "deformed compared to what?" Her body still functions perfectly, she is not in pain or suffering. She is perfect just the ways she is. I'm determined that she will know that we are all unique. That different is not deformed. I'm sharing my vulva with you, it's hiding under a generous mons pubis, robust protective pubic hair, covered in scars and blood. I'm not gritting my teeth anymore.

– K.