The number of Australian women undergoing cosmetic surgery on their vaginas is growing at an alarming rate.
Time passed, and I was aware that — although healing OK — my vagina didn’t have the same ... form ... as before.
My labia or ‘beef curtains’ (as one boyfriend fondly called them) drooped so far between my legs that they could have really done with their own bra to hold them in. Tucking them up worked for a while but, inevitably, after a few hundred yards of walking, they would fall out and start swinging like a cats cradle.
One day I made the mistake of putting a mirror between my legs and having a good root about. It was shocking. My nethers were unrecognisable, and seemed to have morphed into chopped liver (with added gristle)...........Get Full Gist Here; news.com.au.
Time passed, and I was aware that — although healing OK — my vagina didn’t have the same ... form ... as before.
My labia or ‘beef curtains’ (as one boyfriend fondly called them) drooped so far between my legs that they could have really done with their own bra to hold them in. Tucking them up worked for a while but, inevitably, after a few hundred yards of walking, they would fall out and start swinging like a cats cradle.
One day I made the mistake of putting a mirror between my legs and having a good root about. It was shocking. My nethers were unrecognisable, and seemed to have morphed into chopped liver (with added gristle)...........Get Full Gist Here; news.com.au.
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