The Women's Stories

Age: 39

I truly believe that fate led me on that fateful day to that back alley of Brighton to Jamie’s shop. I felt that having the cast of my vagina done would help me to reconnect with myself. I could not stop smiling after walking out into the open afterwards and I felt wonderful. I wrote a poem based on my experience and am very proud of it, it encompasses my feelings of being a woman and how I feel about my bits (or bit in this case). I am really looking forward to seeing the final product and know I will have feelings of pride when the unveiling happens. My only concern will be that I do not recognize myself!!!

The various utterings of the loquacious, vicarious, Aphrodite!!

Today is my spirit’s liberation

Today is the day I say I am happy, I am accepting

I appreciate who I am

I am laying back

I open up and my transformation begins

I hear the fanfares in my head, birds twittering in my ears

They do not respond, I do not think they hear

But there is no mistaking

I am reborn

I see  and feel myself , as if it is the time.

Nothing nipped, nothing tucked

But that which makes me, I , she, her, woman

Was re-introduced to me, her owner, her vessel

This is the loquacious, vicarious, Aphrodite

How do you do!!!