Tuesday, February 22, 2011

How Shaving My Legs Changed My Life

Hello, blog world. I am full of tiresome excuses for why I don't blog more often, but instead of trotting them out, I shall tell you about my legs.

Many moons ago (ok, a year ago), my ex-girlfriend--who was my girlfriend at the time--was quite a nazi about my body. Not only did she make it clear that she found my size to be repulsive, she also insisted that I remove all my body hair or else she wouldn't touch me. Now, I'm normally all for grooming, but being with her and the subsequent break-up were so distasteful that I didn't like anything that reminded me of her...which led to my recent experiment with the au naturel look.

I stopped shaving my legs (and everything else except my armpits) a couple months ago. No, really, I did, and it was a great experience. The freedom from shaving was really liberating in a lot of ways. First of all, it was a mental "F U" to my ex. =) Secondly, it was nice to press the reset button in my head. Society puts a lot of pressure on women to look a certain way and to always be perfectly groomed in a way that is acceptable in the heteronormative paradigm; so, not shaving for a long time allowed me to flout a common standard of Western femininity and develop my own choice based on my own preference.

Everything was gravy until about a week ago. Up until that point, I was actually enjoying my (rather prolific) leg hair. It's soft and nice and interesting, since most women don't have it and I am not normally up close and personal with male legs. LOL But a few days ago my leg hair started to bother me for no good reason. I just got tired of it and tonight I shaved it all off. Here are some pictures:


The hair.
Comparing before and after.
The finished product.
And that is how I ended up not becoming a crunchy-granola feminist. I'm still a feminist! Just not a hairy one.