In the testimonial below, Mariya Karimjee writes of how, as a young adult, she tries to rise above the tangible and lasting consequences of this procedure, administered to her when she was seven years old.
"When I was younger, someone took a knife to my clitoris and cut out a small but significant part of me. I blamed my mother. I despised her. I loved her.
Washington D.C., July 2010
The first and only time I had sex it did not go well. I was twenty-two, a late bloomer by most of popular culture’s standards, and for the year my boyfriend and I had been dating, we’d skirted around the issue. He’d repeated that he was willing to wait, however long it might take me to be ready, and I’d chafed at his understanding."
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