Anxiety :(

CW - discussion of genitalia differences

But long story short, we were all at a work party. We were all drinking. Vaginas got brought up. I mentioned that my high school boyfriend said that I had a fat ***, and that he... I asked my mom. She put up a chart, said there's any and outies. I said, well, I guess I have an outie, which I still don't even really know. The maintenance guy was like, what? That sounds like a ***. Obviously, it is not. Then we went outside, and, like, I was explaining, like, how some people's *** can be a little bit out on their lips. And they were, like, laughing, so I just kept going. And then this one guy was standing there, and he was like, hey, something about his ***. And I said, oh, Jesus, it sounds like me. Like, just meaning, like, because he's disclosing private information. And then one of the other girls was like, we probably shouldn't say stuff like that. And I was like, well, that's not what I meant. And I told her what it was, and she's like, oh, that's nothing. Well, I told her about the *** thing, and she's like, yeah. So, then we go back to work that next week, and, like, everyone was talking about it, and they couldn't believe that I said that. And I'm not sure what they couldn't believe. Like, they couldn't believe that I was just so open about it, because I was kind of, like, a quiet, I was a newer employee, or what. And so, then I was, like, kind of had anxiety, and I was like, oh, you guys think I'm, like, a boy? I'm, like, 56% women have outie vaginas. So, then I even, like, there was a couple, like, one of the bosses, he was, like, a really flirty person, was messaging me, and he's like, so, what's up with the outie ***? And, like, we talked about it, told him. And then, so, like, he knew what I meant. And then one of the maintenance guys, I even went up to him, was, like, the one that said the *** thing. I was like, hey, I'm just having anxiety. I said, I don't really think there's anything wrong with my ***. He ended up texting me and saying that he was sorry that he gave me anxiety. And I said, it's okay. I said, all vaginas are different. Mine's normal. And then he was like, lol, I was just curious, which kind of made me feel like crap again. Like, what are you curious about? And then, so, moral of the story, oh, and then we went to Vegas a couple months later, and it got brought up again. And one of the girls was like, yeah, I was like, what, does she have a ***? And then, like, she was corrected. But, I mean, I don't think she would say that to my face if she truly thought that I had that. It just, the whole thing gives me so much anxiety. I want people to think I'm a boy, or have two parts, or anything like that. For what I've told you, do you think I'm good?