It’s been more than a year now since I’ve shaved. Anywhere. When I originally stopped shaving last winter, it was because I was getting along with my pregnancy and just no longer could be bothered. Then after the birth in the spring, I continued to not shave, mostly out of laziness.
Then Jayson told me he liked me that way, so I continued with it.
It took me a while to realize that I like me that way too. When I started wearing dresses to church, Jayson told me he wouldn’t be offended if I wanted to start shaving the lower parts of my legs. I think he thought maybe I was embarrassed to be going to church with hairy legs. But I’m not at all. In some ways, I’m kind of proud to be hairy.
It may seem paradoxical, but I think being a hairy woman makes me more feminine. Choosing not to shave is an expression of my womanhood.
I suspect there are a lot of girls out there who don’t want to shave and wish that it was more socially acceptable. I know I’m not going to change things single-handedly, but I hope that someday it changes.
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