Had I been born a boy, I would have been named “Lance Anthony Vitale.” But on February 27, 1977, a seven-pound, seven ounce girl was shoved into the world. I was named “Angela Lee Vitale.”
They told me God was an angry old man who would rather have me dead than happy. They told me I needed to count my blessings, but to keep in mind that I didn’t deserve them. They told me to keep my head down, cover up, don’t laugh so loud, let the boys talk.
My name is Pam, I'm from Mexico City and I suffer from Vulvodynia. If you don’t know what it is don’t worry, most people don’t. But, if you want to learn about something that affects 6 million women’s lives in the US alone, you should keep reading.
