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Published: 18:54 BST, 7 April 2017 | Updated: 22:35 BST, 7 April 2017
Contrary to popular belief, most vaginas aren't neat little packages with all the pieces perfectly tucked in.
Rather, vaginas all look quite different. However, according to a former bikini waxer who goes only by Mel to protect the identity of her clients, there are five different overall vagina shapes that she has seen in her career.
While these types aren't scientific or 'a mathematic algorithm', Mel told Elite Daily : 'This is just to help women understand this weird "secret" [the appearance of our vaginas] we keep from our friends and society at large is not as scandalous or peculiar as we may have thought.'
Neat little package: A former bikini waxer said she has divided vaginas into five shapes, including the tidy Ms. Barbie
Type two: Illustrated by Kylah Benes , they also include the Ms. Puff, which is like the Ms. Barbie but longer
Her shape names are not the actual vagina, which is the whole, but rather the outside appearance — most of which has something to do with the labia majora (the outer lips) and the labia minora (the inner lips).
The most uncommon shape is what Mel calls the Ms. Barbie, in which the labia minora are totally contained within the labia magora. The waxer noted that this is what most people think of when they picture a vagina, but it is not what most vaginas look like.
Similar to the Ms. Barbie is the Ms. Puffs. The labia minora are still contained within the labia majora, but the lips of the vagina sit lower on the the pubic pone and are 'either full and puffed up or thin and loose'.
Contrary to popular belief, the way the lips hang has little to do with the age or weight of a woman.
Most common: She most frequently saw women with this shape, in which the labia minora peek out the bottom
Bodies: In this shape, the labia minora peek out the top and the labia magora meet at the bottom
The Ms. Curtains look, Mel said, is her name for when the labia minora extend past the labia majora, sticking out either a little bit or a lot. This is actually the most common shape.
Women with the Ms. Horseshoe have a vagina that opens wider at the top but closes at the bottom, with the shape of a horseshoe.
Finally, the Ms. Tulip looks like a tulip about to bloom, with the labia minora slightly exposed up and down the labia majora.
The expert: She named this the final type, in which the labia minora are contained but exposed up and down the vagina
'Moral of the story is that every vagina is different, but it shares a sisterhood with all other vaginas, and nobody should feel strange or abnormal,' Mel said.
'Just because you haven't met your sister vagina yet, doesn’t mean she isn’t out there.
She concluded humorously: 'Your vagina is perfect. It's just like a curtain. You wouldn't hate your house if it had ugly curtains.'
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Three years ago, my friend Melissa and I stumbled onto a Playboy magazine in her apartment. (This was after my sexually-repressed Mormon self discovered the joy vibrators, which is another story .) Naturally curious, we flipped it open and began thumbing through glossy photos of girls in anything but natural poses.
Women’s’ “ plumbing ” has about as many styles as Lindsay Lohan has purses. A lot. And I’m not talking about the styling of the … er … um … hair down there. This is the actual equipment I’m referring to.
As I perused Playboy’s pussies, I was jolted by a vague memory. About two years prior, in my college Cosmopolitan reading days, when I really believed “50 Hot New Tricks To Keep Him Coming Back” would really work, I recalled a letter published in the advice column. The young lady wanted to know if it was normal for her inner lips to be bigger than her outer lips. Wait, I thought to myself, by ‘inner lip’ does she mean the part that rubs against her teeth? So, outer lips must be the portion on which you apply lipstick? Maybe this girl has really big, Angelina Jolie style lips?
But then it hit me. She was talking about down there! As I had yet to have an orgasm courtesy of oral sex, I tended to leave ‘down there’ pretty much to its own devices. This was before I got my wax on so the area in question was generally hidden underneath a small thicket of hair. But looking at these naked vixens, captured by the camera, allowed me a good gander. I realized what inner and outer lips meant, and it had NOTHING to do with mouths.
Many models’ inner lips protruded like tiny tongues from between the outer lips. Other women’s lips were neatly packaged like a store-wrapped Christmas gift. A tightly wrapped BOX, if you will, with a pink bow on top, nary an inner lip to be found. Those pictures bored me. Neatly packaged was what I had imagined a vulva should look like. Skin, with a line down the middle. A smaller version of a butt, really.
It was the other pictures that drew me: The everything-out-there girls. They had all the usual equipment, but when legs were splayed, delicate inner lips popped out and saluted the camera. Velvet pink rose petals. So *these* must be inner lips. But then there were the women, legs spread, with what appeared to be roast beef peeping from outer lips. Mocha colored and wrinkled, this was not something I associated with woman’s’ genitalia. It both fascinated and repulsed me.
Melissa and I discussed each new vulva in great detail. From rose petal to roast beef, pink to coffee and cream colored, each body was a mysterious package, waiting to be unwrapped.
“Are you a rose petal or roast beef?” Melissa blurted.
I tilted my head to the side in deep consideration. I replied, “You know, I don’t know.”
Each of us took a turn locking ourselves in the bathroom with Melissa’s hand mirror, conducting our own investigation.
“So?” She asked when I emerged, a new woman.
“It’s somewhere in the middle of rose petal and roast beef. It’s kind of lopsided, one part sticks out more than the other because one side is rose petal-ish, the other is roast beefy.”
“What about you?” I asked, hoping she was fully roast beef so I could feel better about my own “strange” situation.
“Outtie, but rose petal,” she replied in what I imagined to be smug tones.
Thus began what I refer to as “The Roast Beef Years”. Years I couldn’t orgasm from oral sex. Instead of losing myself in ecstasy I would imagine each valiant man who attempted as munching roast beef. Eventually marijuana and liquor helped ease my insecuirty and I achieved an oral orgasm.
Fast-forward three years to a party I was hosting. Drinks and conversation were flowing. The men somehow ended up huddled in the living room sipping beer and tossing around sports statistics while the girls migrated to the kitchen and the drunk bonding began. Before I knew it, I confessed my roast beef vs. rose petal theory to my girl gang, and the p*ssy party began. The girls began to shout out sentences that would sound strange to ears other than ours.
“I’m a rose petal!” Heidi shouted. The boys, across the room ignored us, probably assuming we were discussing floral arrangements for Natalie’s impending wedding.
“I’m a total innie.” Jenny whispered.
“Which do boys like?” Holly inquired.
“I would guess innies.” Alison responded. “They’re so tidy.”
“Outie rose petals aren’t so bad!” Melissa chimed in.
“I think I’m a roast beef!” another friend moaned.
“You know, I’m not sure what I am, I’ve never looked that close.” Sarah said.
Well, not knowing what “type” of vagina you had was unacceptable, so we all trooped upstairs to Natalie’s bathroom for the P*ssy Party finale.
Holly went first. She hiked up her skirt and gave us a peek.
“But it’s a bit roast beef, look!” Natalie pointed.
“Oooh…” Sarah moaned in mortification.
“That’s how I look!” I shouted and whipped down my pants.
I looked up to see Natalie’s face screwed up in laughter. The wheezing, shoulders shaking, hiccuping kind that makes everyone nearby laugh even if they don’t know whats so funny.
“N-n-noooo!” She howled then pointed at our reflection in the mirror. “Look at us!”
There we were, seven of us, faces flush from booze and laughter, various stages of undress, in our ‘you show me yours, I’ll show you mine’ poses.
An hour later, we were still talking and giggling. It took us a moment to hear the boys pounding on the door.
We composed ourselves, and one by one emerged from our private vagina party, our roast beef and rose petal discoveries glistening conspiratorially in our eyes as we said our goodbyes.
That night, I learned to be proud of my little bit of roast beef. After all, I’d rather eat roast beef than a rose petal. Wouldn’t you?
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September 11th 2014

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Three years ago, my friend Melissa and I stumbled onto a Playboy magazine in her apartment. (This was after my sexually-repressed Mormon self discovered the joy vibrators, which is another story .) Naturally curious, we flipped it open and began thumbing through glossy photos of girls in anything but natural poses.
Women’s’ “ plumbing ” has about as many styles as Lindsay Lohan has purses. A lot. And I’m not talking about the styling of the … er … um … hair down there. This is the actual equipment I’m referring to.
As I perused Playboy’s pussies, I was jolted by a vague memory. About two years prior, in my college Cosmopolitan reading days, when I really believed “50 Hot New Tricks To Keep Him Coming Back” would really work, I recalled a letter published in the advice column. The young lady wanted to know if it was normal for her inner lips to be bigger than her outer lips. Wait, I thought to myself, by ‘inner lip’ does she mean the part that rubs against her teeth? So, outer lips must be the portion on which you apply lipstick? Maybe this girl has really big, Angelina Jolie style lips?
But then it hit me. She was talking about down there! As I had yet to have an orgasm courtesy of oral sex, I tended to leave ‘down there’ pretty much to its own devices. This was before I got my wax on so the area in question was generally hidden underneath a small thicket of hair. But looking at these naked vixens, captured by the camera, allowed me a good gander. I realized what inner and outer lips meant, and it had NOTHING to do with mouths.
Many models’ inner lips protruded like tiny tongues from between the outer lips. Other women’s lips were neatly packaged like a store-wrapped Christmas gift. A tightly wrapped BOX, if you will, with a pink bow on top, nary an inner lip to be found. Those pictures bored me. Neatly packaged was what I had imagined a vulva should look like. Skin, with a line down the middle. A smaller version of a butt, really.
It was the other pictures that drew me: The everything-out-there girls. They had all the usual equipment, but when legs were splayed, delicate inner lips popped out and saluted the camera. Velvet pink rose petals. So *these* must be inner lips. But then there were the women, legs spread, with what appeared to be roast beef peeping from outer lips. Mocha colored and wrinkled, this was not something I associated with woman’s’ genitalia. It both fascinated and repulsed me.
Melissa and I discussed each new vulva in great detail. From rose petal to roast beef, pink to coffee and cream colored, each body was a mysterious package, waiting to be unwrapped.
“Are you a rose petal or roast beef?” Melissa blurted.
I tilted my head to the side in deep consideration. I replied, “You know, I don’t know.”
Each of us took a turn locking ourselves in the bathroom with Melissa’s hand mirror, conducting our own investigation.
“So?” She asked when I emerged, a new woman.
“It’s somewhere in the middle of rose petal and roast beef. It’s kind of lopsided, one part sticks out more than the other because one side is rose petal-ish, the other is roast beefy.”
“What about you?” I asked, hoping she was fully roast beef so I could feel better about my own “strange” situation.
“Outtie, but rose petal,” she replied in what I imagined to be smug tones.
Thus began what I refer to as “The Roast Beef Years”. Years I couldn’t orgasm from oral sex. Instead of losing myself in ecstasy I would imagine each valiant man who attempted as munching roast beef. Eventually marijuana and liquor helped ease my insecuirty and I achieved an oral orgasm.
Fast-forward three years to a party I was hosting. Drinks and conversation were flowing. The men somehow ended up hu
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