It seems to me that I knew my vagina was friendly early on. Because of this, I never went through a time of self-hate or rejection of my vulva. She is beautiful, because she is part of me. And with that early realization, I knew she was something to be protected. But sometimes, no matter how much we try to protect ourselves, others take advantage of us. While still a child, my vagina was violated. It became my biggest secret – my greatest humiliation. No matter how beautiful I thought my vulva was, I had the unshakeable shame of molestation. The most important thing to me was to present my soul mate with my vagina – completely untouched and saved for him. I understood it as the centermost part of me; to give it to him was to fully give myself to my lover. It took a long time, but eventually I understood that my spirit could never be taken away. Everything about my vagina is spiritual to me. Now, I move to help girls be released from shame and fear of their vulvas. To teach them how to nurture themselves and understand their pure beauty. I seek to inform, comfort, and listen to them; to be a safe place. To be a haven.

Butterfly Metamorphosis