Vagina Monologues and my favorite dingus

So my friend Hanna has an odd way of referring to herself.
As an awkward dingus.
Those exact words.
And half the reason I went to the Vagina Monologues was because I wanted to see my awkward dingus perform on stage.
And because I needed to go to the Vagina Monologues because I hadn't gone before.
And the past two years I haven't had someone that wanted to go.
So I dragged Carter and Mike to it.
Because that makes sense not dragging females to the vagina monologues!

So I went with the guys and we had so much fun.

The Vagina Monologues is a play that is done by Feminist Voice each year and raises money for SASO.
Which is fantastic!

But the Vagina Monologue are the result of interviews done with women of all ages talking about their vagina's.
What they do being a woman and the experiences they've had.

IT WAS AN INCREDIBLE SHOW AND I HIGHLY RECOMMEND SEEING IT IF YOU EVER HAVE THE CHANCE!

I never really thought of vagina's or well everything that goes with them so much as I did last night.
And I know right now O is probably blushing.
Sure I've realized how powerful women are but I didn't quite embrace our amazing beauty and power.
We are wonderful beings.

I think the monologue entitled short skirt really  hit because it hit on how clothing should not be a reason to rape someone.
And how we women are looked at and criticized for what we wear.
There is no reason in the world to ever rape a woman. Ever. Period.
And the girl delivering it was amazing! She was so expressive and just filled the room with her voice!

And that wasn't the only monologue.
The one about the transgender woman and how men are taught to be unemotional hit me too.
How we stress how women can have emotions and men cant.
They have to repress.
And it was just a beautiful piece about being stuck in the wrong genders body.
It was so sad and yet it really let us into the mentality of transgender man.

But after the show I felt this overwhelming pride to be a woman.
I was blessed with this make up of DNA.
I was blessed with boobs and a butt.
I was blessed to be a woman.

I suddenly felt like I truly belonged to that ever sacred group of strong women that embraced their femininity.
Being feminine does not mean being weaker.
It means embracing all that it means to be a woman.
To have two X's.

Half of human existence was made up of women.
I'm not the only woman who has gone through heart break.
Who wishes they hadn't wasted time in a relationship they were trying to fix.
Who eats a lot of gelato to feel better.
Who hates the mascara runs.
Who wants to find her damn prince.

I'm part of this group of strong confident women.

And next year I want to do the My Short Skirt monologue.
Because I'm a strong, independent, gorgeous woman, that is happy the way she is.

My body is all mine.
And its going to stay that way.