31 Days of Women: UCSD Vagina Monologues

A couple weeks ago, I had the awesome privilege of watching young women from my ye olde university perform the Vagina Monologues. One of the biggest regrets I’ve had during my time in college is not being part of Vagina Monologues. I was never that type of girl in college that really celebrated being a woman, and didn’t realize the importance of it until very recently. Also I have massive stage fright that never went away even when I joined the acting component of my org’s culture show. But I’m not here to talk about that — I want to talk about vaginas.

One of the biggest regrets that I have as an alumnae is that I didn’t have the courage to take on VagMo. I was never the most confident person (still not), and being in front of people gives me internal hives (still happens). But after seeing the performance of my friends and their fellow performers, I instantly felt like I was among amazing young women who are just in love with their vaginas.

Being in an environment that celebrates the vag is really empowering. Fun fact: when I was younger, I read the Vagina Monologues because my sister had it. However, since I was still pretty young I thought I was just reading for the sake of reading. You never realize the power of these monologues until you actually see people perform it. One of my favorite scenes is of this old lady that “found” her vagina again in her early 70s. Other than the fact that this was portrayed by one of my dearest friends, I think the whole idea of “finding” your vagina is a pretty common thing at any age. Finding yourself as a woman also means that you’re finding out what it means to have a vagina, the good and the bad.

We currently live in a society that is going backwards. Everyday I see article after article of women being abused, harassed and discriminated in every way, shape or form. Every hour I see at least one article of how to be skinny, how to wear make-up a certain way, even how to get organic tampons at an affordable price. I cannot count the nights that I have to worry about walking home because of feeling that I am in danger. There’s so much more I can write, but essentially I am constantly reminded that me and my vagina is objectified and an inconvenience in a man’s world.

That’s why shows like the Vagina Monologues is so important to have. I don’t want to be in a world that does not celebrate half of its population. I don’t want to be part of society that is forgetting where they literally come from. I want to be comfortable being around women, empowering one another rather than competing against one another. Seeing that on stage with different, yet relatable stories, is such an amazing space to be in.

I can finally..finally say that I love my vagina.