My Vagina is Guilty

For a long time I had a stubborn patch of eczema on my pinky finger. It drove me mad. It wouldn't go away. One of my metaphysical friends suggested a book that could help me. Turns out skin conditions combined with pinky fingers equals anxiety in the details of life, most specifically family. Well, that's creepy! And true.

Yesterday I was complaining about my bladder infection ritual, i.e. peeing immediately after sex, and my new buddy, cervicitis. My sister said, "What does that book say?"

Turns out my vagina is guilty.

"Anger at mate. Sexual guilt. Punishing Self." Now I'm all for fixing things from the inside out, and I am totally the woman whose inner struggles manifest outwardly. But guilty vagina? I don't even know how to begin. The internet suggests hypnotism, eat right, exercise, volunteer, and journal. My vagina is gonna be a busy lady.

I think it's probably more of a confidence thing. Louise Hay suggests a new thought pattern, "Others mirror the love and self-approval I have for myself. I rejoice in my sexuality." I think that's just good advice for all of us. So let's rejoice in our sexuality together!

Now, if you'll excuse me,...I'm off to drugstore.com. I have a sore,...um,...neck.