On seeing my Cervix for the first time...

We've worked together for a long time...
my cervix and I.
She sends me information from afar
We'd never actually met but we keep in touch.

We've bled together
Been pulled open by birth, blood and death
I send someone down to check up on her once a year, the experience is most unpleasant
But so far so good
I'm told she's quite healthy

As I learn more about my body and take an active stance in my health, I find myself less than satisfied with second information about my own intimate areas

I feel I should get to know this interior part of myself.

So I opened myself up and took a look...

Seeing my cervix for the first time was like meeting someone I'd had a long distance relationship with

"Oh my Goddess! That's what you look like!"
"There you are"
"Hello old friend, so good to finally meet you"

And she's so pretty too
Shiny, pink and round
Almost like a pouty kissing mouth
or an unopened rosebud

I love her

Seeing her for the first time, I finally feel like she's mine
I want to care for her, I feel protective

Want to learn everything about her
Celebrate this new found- long lost-always there in silent darkness part of me

To paint her portrait and feed my body nourishing food and teas to make her happy

Give her skilled, nurturing lovers

I want to be more involved in her check ups and have regular conversations with her, share stories

I feel I'd like to talk to other cervixes too
I want to hear their stories and share my love with them

And Teach their women how to love them too