About 10 years ago, I started to write this book called “Where’s My Vagina: What to expect when a diva is expecting.” Just as the title suggests, it’s a pregnancy book. It’s written from birth to conception, so in essence it’s written backwards. It’s a story that’s loosely based on my three pregnancies and those of family and friends…just to spice it up a bit. I never finished that book but hope to, some day. This blog is my way of keeping the fire lit under me to make sure I get this book done. Not only will there be excerpts from the book but also poetry, inspirational stories of women that inspire us, as well as, controversial issues that women face, including rape, abortion and sexual harassment. We are claiming our womanhood back. No one should grab you by the pussy and get away with it.
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I remember coming out of the shower, looking in the mirror and asking myself the question…where the hell is my vagina. I was 8 months pregnant, couldn’t bend, couldn’t sleep comfortably and swollen like a potbellied pig. Heartburn. Sweats. Back aches. Sensitivity to smells. Stretch marks. Frequent bathroom stops. The gestation illnesses. And not to mention the vomiting. So, to every woman that’s been pregnant, I see you. To every woman that has experienced this…trying to groom and not being able to do it the way you’re accustomed to, this one’s for you. To every woman that’s ever been violated, I see you. And to every woman that was told they weren’t good enough, fuck ‘em.
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