The Love/Hate Relationship with My Body Hair – Part 1

The first time I remember being aware of my body hair was when I was about 12 years old.  I was convinced that my dark hair was so incredibly obvious that the first thing everyone immediately noticed about me was my manly, hairy legs. I thought people were disgusted by them, by me.  I wanted desperately to shave my hairy legs and have the silky smooth look that I was certain the pretty and popular girls at my school always had (not to mention all of the beautiful women on television).   Seeing as I hadn’t yet hit puberty and barely had the tiniest amount of peach fuzz Continue reading