The piece held up satisfyingly well to the promising title. The writer, who is a British woman I think, captures in a highly descriptive way how I believe many women feel after giving birth. I mean, I specifically remember my midwife saying, on high authority, that I was not, for any reason, to look upon my nether regions on any reflective surface whatsoever, for a very, very, VERY long time. (It's been almost 5 years, and I've yet to break that promise.)
The writer sort of goes on to explain the things that happened during and after the birth of her child and how, now that she's basically hanging in tatters, she's finding it difficult to explain to prospective lovers why her parts look as if they are migrating south for the winter.
And then, to my horror and delight, she used the phrase "meat curtains" to describe part of her female anatomy. How truly disgusting and hilarious. I texted my friend Melody at once, saying "OMG MEAT CURTAINS!??!! That is SO GROSS. I cannot stop laughing!!"
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| Probable recipient of my text. "Huh? What are meat curtains??" |
And I thought "Oh, she must have lost or deleted my number", so I responded "It's Erin."
"I don't have any friends named Erin. You have the wrong number." was the brisk retort.
I was somewhat mortified by this text exchange, but at the same time, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that I'm probably the only person to ever send a text about meat curtains to a stranger. I guess that's something.
Also, below is the link to the article and I have no idea if it's legal for me to do that or not, but if not, sincere apologies to Lottie Lomas. And feel free to link any of my blog posts to yours, because that's probably the only way I'll ever make it to Huffpost.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/lottie-lomas/my-vaginas-all-over-the-p_b_6615086.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000063
