According to my doctor, I had an "unbalanced vagina."
As I sat there taking in what I had just been told, my imagination went into overdrive. Unbalanced? Would my front-bottom need therapy? I envisioned it sitting back on a leather chair, box of tissues and glass of water to the side, sharing its darkest secrets with a psychologist for $150 an hour. How unbalanced were we talking here, doc?