Author’s Note: The views expressed below are solely those of the author and not of SCWW. No offense was intended and she hopes none will be taken.
I have a confession to make. In my forty-ninth year, after almost forty years of doing so, I stopped shaving. Did I hear a collective gasp? If I were a European woman, no one would even blink. But here in the good ole USA, women are expected to shave and shave a lot. I know women who shave from their hips on down and their armpits too. I, myself, bleached my mustache hairs at one time and even tried waxing my legs. Hey guys, I’d like to see you try that one. I’d rather go through childbirth three or four more times than ever do that again. Lord. Brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.
So, here’s the thing. Last summer, I carefully hid my hairy calves. I wore long pants and once even shaved in order to wear a skirt. But this year, I’ve decided to let it fly. God gave me hair on my legs and by gum, I’m letting it out. Thing is, in the past, I’ve been shocked to see bushy armpits on American women. Hairy legs make me avert my gaze in embarrassment. And now, I’m one of them! But guess what? My partner, Eric, thinks it sexy. (He asked me to add that he loves me no matter what. He’s sweet that way!) He admires my furry armpits and likes my fuzzy legs much better than stubbly ones. Not shaving saves me time, money and water. A bit of research on the internet on the history of women’s shaving suggests that the whole thing was an extremely successful marketing campaign to sell razors. Go into your local CVS or Wal-mart and you’ll see aisles full of products devoted to hair removal. Does it make us more beautiful? Only if we think it does.
For a long time, I did think it was more beautiful to have silky smooth legs and armpits. But, now I’m starting to see the appeal of a little fur. I can already see the appeal of not worrying about it, not having to shave or buy razor blades. Being conservation minded, it always bothered me to have to throw those things away and now I don’t have to. The challenge for me now is to get comfortable letting it all hang out in public. I have some very pretty, sleeveless tops and dresses that show quite a bit of leg. My mother says I have good legs and should be proud to show them off. But, being a newbie to full-on body hair, I’m still a little self-conscious about it. So do me a favor, will you? When you see me in public with my fuzz showing, let me know that you understand that I’m making a conscious decision and not just being slovenly. I won’t judge you for shaving or even for thinking my body hair is unsightly. After all, we’ve been conditioned by advertising for a century now to believe women must be hairless everywhere except on their heads to be considered attractive. Just let me know you accept my decision, that you support my right to make my own choice in this matter. And please, let me know what you think of all this. I’m curious. And if you decide to let your body hair go, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’ll support you all the way. Fuzzy ladies, unite!