Pick-Up Line Confession: The Labia Wars


Listen up. Women are incredible. We grow humans inside of our bodies. Our boobs are food. We bleed every month and don’t die. We bounce back from childbirth as if our skin is made entirely of elastic. We keep children alive, and sometimes choose to do it again and again.

And while this is all fine and dandy, what’s not always so fine and dandy is what happens to your body, or more specifically, your VAGINA. (Yep, I said it.)

I took a second in my daughter’s pick-up line to talk about the travesty that is my “new” vagina post-child. And yes, I am grateful for my body. I love my body. I appreciate my body now, as it is, because all it has done for me.

But if I’m being really honest? I miss my pre-baby bits, and I’m not afraid to scream it from the rooftops.

Because if you don’t have a sense of humor about these things, then who will?

So, hang on. Shit’s about to get really real.

Welcome to the Labia Wars.


About Rea Frey

Rea Frey is a lover of coffee, words and sleep, though since becoming a mother, she gets too much coffee, writes endless words and thinks about uninterrupted sleep the way she would a lover lost at sea—that is to say, often. She is the author of four nonfiction books and an upcoming women’s suspense novel, THE LONELY GIRLS (St. Martin’s Press), which will be published summer 2018. When she’s not exercising, mothering, adulting, wifing, eating or writing about herself in the third person, you can find her blogging about various topics at reafrey.com.

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