Hair We Go Again: My Relationship With My Body Hair Through The Years

As a young girl, I would stare at the hair covering my legs, trying to wish it all away, imagining how smooth my legs would be without it. I would dream of the day when I would be old enough to start waxing or shaving, or do anything that’ll make my body hair disappear. My eyebrows were thick, I had what people loved to call a moustache (and have now simply started addressing as ‘upper lip hair’—surprise, surprise, it’s still a moustache) and my hands and legs were just as hairy.

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