If the word vagina gives you shivers down your spine, talk of a cervix has you sweating and the mere mention of discharge has you running to grab a sick bucket, this is just the post for you.
This week I will be talking all things fannies and pleading with men and women to normalise talking about changes in your intimate areas.
Once you’ve had a team of doctors staring up your canal to check if you’ve stretched enough to push an entire human out of you, all sentiments of dignity go out the window. From that moment forward you know doctors have seen it all. That being said when I made a call to my surgery this week to discuss intimate matters, they did ask if I was ok speaking to a man about it, very considerate, though at this stage of my life the sex of my doctor is irrelevant.
I’ve always been very aware of what my vagina looks like, I was never afraid to sit in front of a mirror legs akimbo and check what I was working with. To some extent the “pretty” vaginas in porno and songs that talk of “designa vagina” had a lot to do with that but I also wanted to know me so I could spot any changes.
Having been obsessed with human mortality since the age of about 5 I’ve always needed to know what my normal was so I could keep it that way.
This goes for your discharge too. Throughout a woman’s cycle our discharge changes slightly in texture and colour but at no point should you have green or smelly discharge and think things are still “A ok” down there. Don’t get me wrong, it could just be a mild infection that triggers drastic change but any change is definitely worth getting checked.
The same goes for you fella’s too, grab your balls cop a feel and know what your normal is or better still let your significant other have a feel for you!
This Monday marks the 12th Anniversary of Jade Goody’s passing and that in itself is a reminder to get yourself checked out and don’t miss a single smear test. My recent smear came back all clear but the nurse did notice a cervical entropic, which explained a number of issues I had been experiencing. Thankfully it’s nothing serious and I’ll live, I may even be lucky enough that the issue fixes itself but once again it is a reminder to keep checking, know your body and don’t be afraid to ask questions.
Now on another note, the first (living) human to exit my vagina turns 21 tomorrow! Yes, that means I’m no longer a spring chicken and will have to stop insisting that I’m still 21 myself so happy 25th birthday to me!