Picture it: A 5’ 10” 19-year old sitting alone in a pediatric gynecologist waiting room full of 12-year old girls with their moms. I felt ridiculous, but Cleveland Clinic wouldn’t allow me to see the adult GYN since I wasn’t sexually active, hadn’t started my menstrual cycle, or had ever seen a gynecologist before. So, I sat and waited while the moms and daughters tried not to stare at the oddly placed woman without a child. And after my shockingly intrusive examination, I learned that I would likely always be the woman without a child. Also, the battle I was fighting with my body image would be much tougher than I thought.