I have a story to go along with this.
This is me, now. Rewind ten years ago, I was in middle school and was ashamed of every inch of my body. Even then, I had more hair than most males - somehow I was blessed with lower back hair and tons of belly hair as well. And it’s thick and dark. I shaved, plucked, waxed, and epilated my body to death. Every method was painful in some way or another - I have extremely sensitive skin and razor burn happens every time I shave. Even until recently, I’ve longed for the funds to do laser hair removal because my body is so hairy in so many places.
Five years later: The boy I liked since middle school said that he liked me back, and we ended up going to senior prom together in high school. We fooled around after that but never had sex. We ended up spending the next five years apart due to being out of the country, other boyfriends/girlfriends, etc., but were always in contact with each other.
Last month, we both moved back to our hometown and live two blocks away from each other surprisingly. We started to get to know each other again and ended up getting really physical really quickly. We had sex and that’s when things got weird. He turned on the TV and said his friends Laurie and Nickie were in town, so I awkwardly got dressed and he dropped me off at home. I didn’t hear from him after that for a while.
Turns out, he was extremely put off by the fact that I chose to let my body hair grow out - something that was fairly new in my life. I was upset, and I told him why. In an email conversation, he wrote to me:
“When I think of body hair, I think of guys. Society has had a part in that, yes but frankly it’s not my forte either way. This is not just directed at you but rather females in general. I’m a very physical person and to tell the truth I love to feel a soft, smooth body when I’m with a girl. It has nothing to do with society, it has to do with my personal preference.”
And that was the end of that. So long story short, my choice to leave my body the way it is naturally helped me lose a good friend and a potential boyfriend. But apparently he wasn’t what I would have wanted anyways. Good thing I found out sooner rather than later. It’s been extremely painful emotionally to have to come to this realization, but I won’t change for anyone. I haven’t yet had the courage to show my legs off in public yet (granted it’s still winter her), but I hope to one day accept my body fully the way it is. That smile is for me and for all of the other people going through this battle. Self love is worth it. :)
Reblogged from hairylegsclub