The Huffington Post informs me that you are yet another thing which makes me unfuckable. Because along with everything else that is completely wrong with my body: the whole hairy, stretch marks, cellulite, fat because I no longer have the body of a pre-pubescent child; which, coincidentally, is probably because I haven’t been a pre-pubescent child for about 20 years issue. But, I digress. I now know that you, my dear visible vagina are a problem.
A problem with a solution; one that involves me spending money I don’t have on a weird plastic thingie that renders you smooth without labiaplasty [that thing which isn’t FGM because white women do it]. So, my dear visible vagina, you will no longer look ugly through my clothes and men will want to fuck me which is, obviously, the only thing worth thinking about. Ever.
I’m all confused but, on balance, I think I’m going to go with old skool India.Arie and stick with my dear visible vagina. After all, you’ve never called me fat, ugly, or unfuckable. And, seriously, who wants to pull a man who is only interested in you for your waxed and vajazzled vagina?