I realized that although I know her and I have reconciled with her, in reality I was very embarrassed to take the photos, and that in reality I do not usually see her and take her into account very much.

I had had lovers tell me it was very beautiful, but I did not understand why. Nor did I ask…

I realized the beauty of her and that I don't tell her often. I smiled, sparks came out, they are storm, love and sea…

Growing up, I felt like I should be ashamed of my vulva because it didn't look like the ones in porn / nudity scenes in movies. Eventually, as I grew older I started feeling that it is okay to be different… still the beauty standards affected the way I relate to my vulva.