Some things don’t need dressing up… Including our – how shall we put this? – intimate area. Suddenly, vaginal cosmetics are big business. Is it female empowerment or cynical exploitation of our body image, asks Lucy Sweet?
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.