A few weeks ago, I headed to the gynecologist for my annual lady tune-up. As I waited nearly 40 minutes naked (and yes, slightly afraid) in the exam room, I had plenty of time to study anatomical posters of the female reproductive system and really think about what my vagina has done.
My vagina had been a good girl. She had made good choices. So why, then, was she so nervous?
Well, I thought about it. (Remember, 40 minutes.) And my neurotic nethers determined it was because they had very specific diva needs that quite simply, weren’t being met.
Lift the sheet and take a peek at what my privates want their gynecologist to know.