Several years ago, I met my now husband and as we were (are) wont to do, we began dating and *aheming*. He was the first person I had been intimate with after being celibate for about 6 or 7 years. I was on the pill for other health reasons. We decided that we would like to go forth au natural and we each went to our respective doctors to get full workups to ensure that there was no danger in doing so.
So I see my doctor. I explain that I'm active for the first time in several years and the reason for my visit.
Yes doctor, I'm overweight. I've been aware of that since I was in kindergarten but I appreciate your concern. Why yes, I am on some medications, primarily for bipolar disorder. Oh I quit smoking about 9 months ago and it's going very well thank you.
And it's time to get down to business. So there I am, legs in stirrups, breathing deep so as not to tense up and staring at the ceiling. And the doctor let's out this frustrated sigh and spews out this gem - "Ugh, there's so much fat in the way I can't get the swab where it belongs!" in an absolutely disgusted voice.
W. T. F!
I'm in the most physically vulnerable position a woman can be in and I've just told you that I'm in a pretty emotionally vulnerable state as well (depression issues often involve major self esteem issues and I'm almost brand new again to this whole getting naked with a man thing). And you're telling me that I'm so fat that you, a trained professional, can't navigate my genitals?!?! How the *blankety blank blank* am I supposed to feel the next time I try to get naked with that new man I was just telling you about?
I feel pretty! Oh so pretty!