There are so many things we're never told about our vaginas like that most of the things on this list are actually about vulvas instead of vaginas, and no, the two are not the same. Here are 15 things I wish we'd had cleared up sooner. What the hell that white stuff in your underwear is. So many women spend years staring at their underwear and being horrified by that weird white discharge because they think it means they're dying or disgusting, and neither are true. If it's cottage cheese-y, yellow, grayish-green, watery, or more than you usually produce, then yes, see a doctor.
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