As I’ve said before, confidence is sexy.
But is it possible for self-love to become so overblown it’s scary?
One can even purchase hand-sculpted pendants of their very own vag by sending in photos (or a very detailed description).
But while those who learn to love their vag invariably benefit in bed, I’m not so sure this love should be made so public. And this unease goes both ways. I’d be just as likely to shrink from a guy wearing a personalized, penis-shaped belt buckle. Am I just being a prude?
I mean, I have to admit, a part of me loves this blindingly-bright fuchsia vulva right here: