In college I had a boyfriend named Ray. He decided that I needed a tattoo to define my relationship and I got a tattoo above my p**** in my pubic zone. “Ray’s P****”.

There it lay, year after year, I didn’t shave because of the tattoo. My husband was unaware, because I hid it from him, hairy growth and high underwear, and lights out and under the covers and all that. He didn’t go down, because I refused him there.

But I walk into the labor and delivery and the first thing they do is expose you there, and take a razor to you, and the nurse asks me ‘Whose Ray?’, in front of my husband.

You can’t hide your youth forever.