"A letter to my vulva"

"Dear Vulva,

We've always had a distant relationship. 

I have ignored that you're there, and you, well... you constantly defy me and don't do what I want you to do. To say that we have an unhealthy relationship is to put it lightly. And to be frank, I've hated you for years! 

I look down at you and think 'urgh' what is that, you're too meaty, too hairy, ugly, why are you a part of me?! I even hate you in underwear, swimwear and even in trousers it's like you're out to make me feel like I'm not a woman. And your response... "well, if you don't want to go near me, how can you expect anyone else to? I'm not going to work with you, until you work with me!"

Then, I discovered The Vulva Gallery and I finally heard you. Looking at the uniqueness within the gallery I started to think, "you're not that bad after all". Then it hit me... Why have I been torturing you all these years? And to think about it... Why have I been torturing myself too!? Look, we have worked as separate entities for so long, with no communication, affecting both of us during sex. But this has to stop. Only now do I understand that you deserve love and respect, and I'm so sorry I have not been able to give that to you!

So from now on, let's make our future brighter and work together, forever more. 

Yours always, 

S"

– S, 27 years old, England (she/her)