If you can love your vagina, you can love any part of you - not just your belly, your butt, your boobs, and your thighs, but also that thing you did that led to your divorce, that way you treated your child, that betrayal of your own integrity, that episode of cheating on your taxes, that mistake you haven't recovered from, that tendency you have to drink too much, that failure to stay true to your dreams, that way you promise yourself you'll stop overeating even though you never do.

I know. I know. That belly can be hard to love. And those thighs. Those stretch marks. The saggy, deflated, balloon, post-breastfeeding boobs.  That wrinkle right between your eyebrows. That chicken neck. That ass.

And the other stuff - sheesh. That might seem impossible to love. Who would want to love mistakes, betrayal, cheating, and lack of willpower?

But the vagina. The vagina is the final frontier.