For those of you who know me well, you know that I don’t shave my legs. This is a personal choice of mine that I have been very proud to have made. Although this decision has not come easily to me. I used to be someone who was very self-conscious about the way that I looked (as you could probably gather from my post about makeup). I used to be very insecure about how the world saw me and what I would wear. Now I dress for comfort and could care less about what anyone has to say about it. This is the story of how I got to this point in my life where I just don’t care anymore and do things for myself only.
I started shaving when I was 13 and I was so excited to, because I didn’t like having all of this unwanted hair. When I started shaving I was frustrated with how fast the hair would grow back. Always without fail, the hair would grow back within a couple of days and this made me so mad. I wished I didn’t have any hair on my body at all. It was the same for my armpits. I am blonde naturally so the leg hair wasn’t as big of a deal (it was blonde), but I had brown armpit hair and I hated it so much and would have done anything to change it.
Not only was my body hair an issue, but so were my eyebrows. My dad comes from an Italian family and his eyebrows show it. I got these bushy eyebrows from him, and I have always despised how they made me look. I would pluck them and wax them and go through all of this pain to change the way they looked. So many days I would spend wishing that I had my mom’s thin, pretty eyebrows. The thing I hated the most about my eyebrows were that they were brown, while my hair has always been blonde. This led to me bleaching my eyebrows this year. Let me tell you; it was not a good plan AT ALL to bleach them myself. I ended up burning my face and I still have little scars from it because the skin around my eyebrows became burned from the bleach and started bleeding and scabbing. So needless to say, that was not my best idea.
So back to my hairy story (haha hair puns). I first saw girls not shaving in high school during my freshman year. At first I thought it was weird, because I was just so shocked culturally. Since I had never seen anything like that before, I was honestly a little bit freaked out. I decided to try it out though for myself because I was curious. I remember going to summer camp and the boy I had a crush on at the time asked me why I didn’t shave my legs. I told him it was because I didn’t feel like it. He seemed pretty shocked at that. This made me feel even more self-conscious of myself again; like I had made a big mistake or something.
Reluctantly, I started shaving my legs again. Then I remember seeing my good friend Lauren with leg hair and armpit hair. It inspired me to say “fuck the system, I’m going to do whatever I damn well please!” So it was settled, and I began to let my leg and armpit hair grow. Soon after this, I noticed I was starting to have body odor from the hair in my armpits. I am not a normally sweaty person, so this kind of surprised me. I know now that not shaving my armpits, is not for me. It might be a good idea for some people, but not for me. I shave my armpits when I notice that it is a problem, but other than that, I don’t shave them obsessively.
I refuse to shave my legs, because it is something that I feel like is part of me. This is a choice that I have made for many different reasons. Not to be all depressing, but I used to self-harm and would use razor blades to cut myself. The biggest reason I don’t shave my legs, is because using a razor reminds me of that painful time in my life. I usually just use Nair if I want to fix up my armpits and be all fancy. I don’t think not shaving is unattractive at all. My friend Grace, showed me a drawing of a girl shaving her leg hair and the leg hair was flowers. That is how I feel about my hair. I think it is part of me and it makes me beautiful. My leg hair is the flowers that my body has made for me, so why would I want to get rid of it? I embrace the way I look, hair and all. I’m so grateful I have gotten to that point in my life where I can celebrate my body instead of trying to fix it every chance I get.
If you don’t feel like shaving, you don’t have to. Don’t feel like you have to be totally hairless to be appreciated by society or some boy. People always ask me, “Why do you not shave your legs?” or they’ll say “Doesn’t it ever gross you out?” My answer is that I love the way I look just the way I am and I don’t need criticism from people who are only judging me because they are not confident in themselves. If you do choose to shave your legs and armpits, then that’s great for you and you should do what makes you comfortable. I just wish that more people would embrace the way that they are and not judge others for doing just that. So I have leg hair. So what?! I am more confident than I have ever been in my whole life. Just let me slay at life in peace with my hairy legs!
Until next time,