Last month, my life got really busy. I had a work trip to plan, so many deadlines, and in the midst of all this, I kind of...forgot to shave my legs. I was so swamped that when I was actually in my apartment, I had just enough time to wash my hair before I hurried out the door once again. This was awesome in a way, because it meant I was productive, getting things done and saving money on razors (amen!).
A couple of weeks into "forgetting to shave my legs," I felt this internal anxiety: What if someone saw the ridiculous blond down on my legs? Wasn't I supposed to feel guilty about not shaving, like I was letting myself go? My mom would be so embarrassed. Shouldn't I care?
Turns out, I didn't.
In fact, I felt empowered because I didn't care either way. I wear stockings and dresses/pants to work almost daily, so not shaving my legs not only saved time but no one ever saw my legs, so who cared? I started thinking more and more about the fact that no one ever notices the "good" things you do (like keeping perfectly shiny legs) until you stop doing them. What's the point? More importantly, why didn't I realize this before? I kept not shaving my legs, like I was getting away with some clandestine beauty faux pas (and I was totally cool with it).
Like most women on the brink of complete self-revelation, I turned to the Internet. Remember when the Web freaked out about Miley Cyrus's unshaven armpits? I saluted her. I spotted an advertisement for a sock company in my favorite magazine that featured a female model with hairy legs. And I discovered a whole community of adorable ladies who post selfies of their unshaven legs, each with a caption basically sharing the same sentiment: Since when did "feminine" and "hairy" land on opposite ends of the female spectrum? I call shenanigans on this one, y'all! The only downside I saw to unshaven legs is that my skin became more irritated when I wore skinny jeans (which wasn't a deal breaker).
After several weeks of benching my razor, I had the sudden urge to take hot shower and shave my legs so I could use my favorite, lilac-scented body lotion. So I did. It didn't mean I gave up my belief that hairy legs can't be rad. It meant, simply, that I felt comfortable enough in my skin to feel just as good either way. Some days, a girl just wants to smell like lilacs.
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