How I Overcame My Vagina Insecurities

Used panties Motivational Sellers’ Perspective

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The first time I really looked at my vagina was in my early teens. That’s when I got my period and started getting really personal with her. I remember never having any self-conscious thoughts or issues with my vagina, until I reached high school. Oh yes, that lovely place where you spend your most confusing, complicated years of life. Everyone is growing, changing, learning about themselves. Discovering new aspects of love and life. I started talking about bodies with friends, hearing stories, and learning what was considered "attractive." And then,came porn — where every vagina looked the same: small lips, clean-shaven, pink, and smooth. I suddenly hated my vagina. My inner lips stuck out, my skin tone varied, and razor burn was an inevitable nightmare. Not to mention, whenever I did shave I was so unbelievably uncomfortable.

Every video I watched had the same vagina. It made me think that there was something wrong with mine.

To make it worse, I heard whispers about a girl who was mocked and called “roast beef.” I was SO oblivious to the nickname until someone explained it to me. “It means her pussy looks like an Arby’s sandwich”. All it took was one google search of an Arby’s roast beef sandwich and I understood. Every guy was mocking her, every woman was judging her, and everyone was calling her roast beef. Except me. Because I learned that day I also have a pussy that looks like an Arby’s sandwich.

So… I’m the girl with a roast beef pussy in secret. I’ve learned at this point from porn and peers that a pussy like mine is ugly and gross. Throughout my four high school years, no one saw my kitty cat. When I had sex for the first time with anyone, lights stayed off.

In college, I never sent pictures of my pussy. For years, I hid her. Lights off during sex, no photos, no mirrors, just shame. I wanted to cut my labia shorter, wax everything smooth, and somehow force her into the "perfect" standard. My body had become my enemy.

And then, after college, I stumbled across All Things Worn. I genuinely thought I’d just be sending out dirty panties and socks every now and then to random men across the country. I was not expecting to have men requesting pictures, videos, and custom content. That lowkey freaked me out. I knew these requests would involve my pussy on full display. My roast beef, multicolored, hairy pussy… certainly no one is going to enjoy looking at it.

Boy oh boy, was I wrong. So wrong it isn’t even funny. I remember very hesitantly sending custom photos to one of my first buyers here. He had requested some standard nudes, but requested a specific picture of my pussy. Good lighting, lips spread… well fuck… he’s gonna see my ugly pussy. Only his response was the opposite of what I expected. In fact, he told me I have one of the prettiest pussies.

Sir? Are we looking at the same picture? Surely this is a man who doesn’t know what he’s talking about. But then the next buyer sent me a shit ton of heart eye emojis in response to my kitty pic. And then some told me they’d do anything for a taste of it. Someone rated my pussy a 9/10. A few came back and requested extended videos of JUST my pussy. I most recently had someone tell me I have a labia to die for.

Maybe I don’t have an ugly vagina? Was I mistreating her this whole time for nothing? Why the fuck did I hate her so much if everyone else loves her? I took a few steps back and started really thinking to myself about the importance of how a vagina looks. What it means to have a pretty vagina.

After some time of continuing to work on ATW and talking to buyers, I started to realize the perception I created of how a pussy should look was so fucking wrong.

I like my vagina.

The way people would praise her, tempt her, and admire her would make me want to do the same. I started watching the videos or looking at the photos I would take for customs. I’d stare at my vagina, like I’m talking, zoom in and examine her. I started to love her the same way my buyers did. I took a step back from shaving, because quite frankly I hate it. I would admire my bigger lips because they did look delicious when they were spread open. I’d appreciate the way she’d get wet and glisten. She looked unique to me. I have never seen someone with the same vagina I have, might as well embrace her uniqueness.

I still get praise for my pussy. Constant reminder that she’s beautiful. ATW didn’t just give me financial opportunities. It gave me confidence. It helped me break free from harmful beauty standards and love the parts of me I used to resent. In a sense, this place has shaped my brain to see the beauty in everything about my body.

So, shoutout to all the people I’ve interacted with who praised my pussy. You have been a part of this self love journey, and I appreciate you for it, even though you had no idea.

If you’ve ever felt insecure about your body, I want you to know:

Your unique body is beautiful.

Your scars are beautiful.

Your stretch marks are beautiful.

Your curves, your thinness, your height, your weight—it’s all beautiful.

YOU are beautiful.

If society has ever made you feel "less than," I promise, you are so much more. And sometimes, all it takes is seeing yourself through new eyes to truly understand that.

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