And, apparently, this imperfection would exclude me from the adult entertainment industry for good.ДЇortunately I donвЂ™t have any Jenna Jameson-type ambitions, as my midwife knew well. As a result, she said, IвЂ™d be left with a bit of a bump on one side of my labia. There I was, legs spread on the exam table, answering all kinds of questions about the baby, when, from between my knees, she looks up at me and declares: вЂњYouвЂ™re healing okay, but I think your dreams of being a porn star are finished.вЂќ (I still laugh at the memory of the befuddled look on my husbandвЂ™s face from across the room.) Apparently IвЂ™d pulled a few stitches, probably walking up and down the stairs in my house. What I didnвЂ™t expect, though, was her reaction as she got down to business about my business. Luckily I had a visit scheduled with my midwife that week, and I knew sheвЂ™d check it out. I knew something wasnвЂ™t quite right but, TBH, I was afraid to look. And at three weeks postpartum, I was popping pain killers and sitting on ice packs, but the area around my vagina still hurt like hell.

Getting the kiddo out required an episiotomy (where they surgically cut the opening of the vagina during childbirth, to aid in delivery and prevent ruptured tissues).

ThatвЂ™s when I had an inkling things were going to look a little different down there. I never gave much thought to my vaginaвЂ™s appearance-until my lady bits endured major trauma after childbirth, that is.

What a normal vag looks like