We had the pretty baby-sitter that night. She had thick black hair that waved and whooshed in all the right ways. She had long red nails. We were making crank calls, dumb ones like "do you have Prince Albert in a can?"
I don't remember how it happened. I was in the bathroom and I slipped and landed on my vagina. It hurt really bad and I cried. I sat there for awhile, completely embarrassed and ashamed. I couldn't tell her. Eventually she came and got me and asked me what was wrong. I had a hard time telling her but I managed somehow to communicate my injury. She looked at me with her angel face and said,
"It's like a cut on your hand but it's just down there."
I felt ok after that. It's like she took all the shame away.
I thought if I could be as pretty as she was when I grew up I would try my hardest to be just as nice.
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When I was about 7, I fell on my brother's bike and the top bar hit my vajay... I thought I started my period. Seriously at 7 I thought, my luck would be a wounded vajay and starting my period the same day. Cynical by 7.
You are beautiful!
LOVE.
She sounds lovely. It is so sad the way we are ashamed about our body, so you. For what?
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