OK, not exactly. But feminist body positivity told me I was normal; turns out, I wasn't.
The nurse practitioner wanted me to consider fertility treatments because I hadn't gotten pregnant less than two months into trying.
That Time I Consented To Let Three Of My Gynecologist's Medical Students Watch My Pelvic Exam, And Immediately Regretted It
The room was now crowded with THREE medical students, my doctor talking them through what he was doing, and a nurse guarding the door. I felt like they were watching MTV's "True Life: I'm Louise's Vagina".
My health insurance company laughed at me when I tried to get them to pay for my vagina’s physical therapy, but the couple thousand it ended up costing is nothing in relation to what I got from it.