Signing in at the receptionistโs desk of my cool female OB-GYN, I noticed a flyer taped to the glass. โGet your groove back,โ it said, and though I like to think I still have my groove, it could always be better, so I kept reading. In smaller letters, near the bottom, the flyer read, โWhat is vaginal rejuvenation?โ
I smacked my pen down on the counter. Were we doing this now? I knew what vaginal rejuvenation was. A makeover for your south mouth. One of the fastest-growing procedures in plastic surgery. Yet another dubious trend we might find under an umbrella labeled โthe influence of porn.โ I slumped in the plastic scoop chair, crossing my arms in the jean jacket I wore to look younger, and thatโs when I noticed the enormous cardboard poster across from me for the same vaginal rejuvenation device. It was the kind of life-size promotional cutout you find in movie theater lobbies, a woman holding hands with a man as she walked on a beach. โItโs about you, itโs about time!โ the ad read, and I said out loud, in the empty waiting room, โNo, itโs not.โ
My Plastic Surgery Dilemma
