The word used to scare me sometimes back…such an embarrassing thing to say or mean or whatever. I used to contemplate what the necessity of speaking it aloud was. It was always so discomfited and I was always ill at ease.
God created woman and the word berated the creation. This is what women like me would have thought. I have always thought it would be so uncomfortable to go down and feel the layers. I have always been shy about so many things in my life. No it has nothing to with my upbringing or schooling or childhood memories. It is the society I believe which formulates you into thinking vagina is ghastly and grisly. It is a medium which brings only pain in the form of monthly swab to having children. It brings pain and anguish but is a man’s sought-after thingy.
My point of view changed after I met my husband. He challenged my vanity of seeing me as strong-willed, head strong, independent and emancipated. He questioned my belief of treating a part of me as unfamiliar and still calling me a woman of substance.
And my point of view strengthened after I saw the play ‘Vagina Monologue’. I was fascinated by the ease with which the four women narrated the monologue, displayed the emotions, cried the moans and challenged the idea of sex in various cities.
It is for every woman to think that vagina is a part of you. It is ‘you’ and it denotes life. It has layers of pleasure and ecstasy. It is not putrid but fragrant. It is like the delicate flower in you which has unraveling mysteries. It is not an organ of disgust. WHO says one in twelve women from urban India develops the risk of infection which eventually becomes cancer because they neglect and ignore. It is for you to think of your vagina as not just part of you but the actual you.
