The first time I saw my husband naked, I was completely freaked out.
My jaw dropped and my stomach clenched.
My mind raced.
I was so freaked.
My stomach ached.
My hands trembled.
I knew that this was a bad idea.
I didn’t want to see him naked.
That day, my first time having sex, I wanted to put my legs over his shoulders and press my face against his chest, but I knew it wouldn’t work.
So I decided to wait and see.
I felt sick.
I just wanted to touch him.
After we were married, I decided that my husband needed to know that I didn: That I’m an equal partner.
That I respect and cherish his body.
That his penis wasn’t the only one he loved.
That he loved me and that I would be happy to be his wife.
It was that simple.
I wanted him to know, I’m beautiful, and I will always be beautiful.
And when he felt like he needed a little help to relax, I took a deep breath and said: That’s okay.
I’ll just be a good, good, girl.
And I’ve been.
My husband’s been a good girl.
He hasn’t missed a beat.
And that’s how we’re living our lives.