whereismynotecard
Treasure Hunter
I am a human being, so I've got hair all over my body, and I bet you guys do too, unless you shave it all off.
I want to tell you a story about the first time I felt pressured into shaving off some of my body hair... Hair which was not bothering me at all up until that point:
Once upon a time I was a little ten year old girl. I had tiny little hairs on my arm pits and legs, and I didn't care, because why would I? They were short and faint enough that no one would even notice them unless they got up really close and searched them out. They didn't get in the way of anything or make me feel bad. They had always been there. They were normal.
Then one day when a little boy in my fifth grade art class was making fun of me for some reason, he said something along the lines of "she probably hasn't shaved her arm pits in a while." I don't even remember what exactly he said... Whatever it was, it made me feel like I was wrong to have never shaved the tiny little hairs off my arm pits. Some stupid boy who has never in his life been pressured to shave any hair on his body made me feel bad about my body hair existing. And he didn't even see it. He didn't even see that I had hair on my arm pits, but he made me feel bad about having it. Whatever stupid remark he made led me to believe that since I, unlike him, was female, I could not have hair on my armpits. It would be gross and embarrassing for me to exist as a human being in the same manner he did - with naturally growing hair on my armpits. So I started shaving my armpits. A boy who was raised to believe his body hair was perfectly fine made me feel bad about mine.
And I shaved my armpits pretty much every day for the next sixteen years. But this September, I decided I shouldn't have to, so I stopped. From now on, I will shave my body hair only when I feel like it. I happen to like how my legs feel when they are smooth, so I'll shave them - because I want to - not because some idiot told me I should feel ugly or gross otherwise.
I might later try to train myself not to care about my leg hair, because I know if I'd never shaved it in the first place, I wouldn't care about it. My desire to have smooth legs stems from society conditioning me to feel weird otherwise. I don't want to force myself to grow my leg hair just to prove a point when it's uncomfortable, but I can't ignore the fact that my uncomfortable feelings are irrational and unfair. I'm sure I'd feel compelled to shave my arms too if I'd been told I had to in order to look normal since I was a pre-teen. But no one pressured me into doing that, so my arms are still naturally hairy, and it doesn't feel weird at all.
One step at a time. My arm pit hair is glorious. It must be a half-inch long by now, and I don't even really notice it unless I'm in the shower or specifically looking for it. It's harmless, and it's here to stay, for now. I haven't lived in the hottest days of summer with armpit hair before though, so maybe next summer I'll want it gone. The last time I had armpit hair was when I was ten years old, so you could barely even see it. This is the longest my armpit hair as ever been, so I'm not sure if it'll be comfortable in the summer. We'll wait and see. Summer has just now gotten over around here, so I've got the better part of a year to grow out my lovely armpit locks before I have to decide if I want to keep them. Whatever I decide though, it's going to be based on how I feel, and not on how some stupid boy feels.
I want to tell you a story about the first time I felt pressured into shaving off some of my body hair... Hair which was not bothering me at all up until that point:
Once upon a time I was a little ten year old girl. I had tiny little hairs on my arm pits and legs, and I didn't care, because why would I? They were short and faint enough that no one would even notice them unless they got up really close and searched them out. They didn't get in the way of anything or make me feel bad. They had always been there. They were normal.
Then one day when a little boy in my fifth grade art class was making fun of me for some reason, he said something along the lines of "she probably hasn't shaved her arm pits in a while." I don't even remember what exactly he said... Whatever it was, it made me feel like I was wrong to have never shaved the tiny little hairs off my arm pits. Some stupid boy who has never in his life been pressured to shave any hair on his body made me feel bad about my body hair existing. And he didn't even see it. He didn't even see that I had hair on my arm pits, but he made me feel bad about having it. Whatever stupid remark he made led me to believe that since I, unlike him, was female, I could not have hair on my armpits. It would be gross and embarrassing for me to exist as a human being in the same manner he did - with naturally growing hair on my armpits. So I started shaving my armpits. A boy who was raised to believe his body hair was perfectly fine made me feel bad about mine.
And I shaved my armpits pretty much every day for the next sixteen years. But this September, I decided I shouldn't have to, so I stopped. From now on, I will shave my body hair only when I feel like it. I happen to like how my legs feel when they are smooth, so I'll shave them - because I want to - not because some idiot told me I should feel ugly or gross otherwise.
I might later try to train myself not to care about my leg hair, because I know if I'd never shaved it in the first place, I wouldn't care about it. My desire to have smooth legs stems from society conditioning me to feel weird otherwise. I don't want to force myself to grow my leg hair just to prove a point when it's uncomfortable, but I can't ignore the fact that my uncomfortable feelings are irrational and unfair. I'm sure I'd feel compelled to shave my arms too if I'd been told I had to in order to look normal since I was a pre-teen. But no one pressured me into doing that, so my arms are still naturally hairy, and it doesn't feel weird at all.
One step at a time. My arm pit hair is glorious. It must be a half-inch long by now, and I don't even really notice it unless I'm in the shower or specifically looking for it. It's harmless, and it's here to stay, for now. I haven't lived in the hottest days of summer with armpit hair before though, so maybe next summer I'll want it gone. The last time I had armpit hair was when I was ten years old, so you could barely even see it. This is the longest my armpit hair as ever been, so I'm not sure if it'll be comfortable in the summer. We'll wait and see. Summer has just now gotten over around here, so I've got the better part of a year to grow out my lovely armpit locks before I have to decide if I want to keep them. Whatever I decide though, it's going to be based on how I feel, and not on how some stupid boy feels.