The following is an excerpt from the book titled: Flip Through My Flaps: An Exploration of the Vulva by Ellie Sedgwick at Comfortable in My Skin.
My story starts in high school in Mona Vale, Australia. I was fourteen years old and had just begun puberty. I was sitting in class when a boy tapped me on the shoulder and passed me a note. I opened it and was confronted by the question, "Do you have an innie or an outie?"
Outie? And no, he wasn't talking about belly buttons. Today, I know it describes a vulva with an inner labia that hangs below the outer labia or where the outer labia is considered 'long'.
At this age, I had never seen another vulva, so I had no idea where I sat on the vulva spectrum. This is when my vulva anxiety began, as thoughts ran through my teenage girl brain:
"What is an outie?"
"Am I a normal?"
My vulva anxiety grew throughout my teens, evolving into self-hate as terms like 'badly wrapped kebab', 'upside down volcano' and 'octopussy' were thrown around the schoolyard to describe vulvas.
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