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It was not until high school that I realized it was not
socially acceptable to have visible hair on your arms.
This first became very obvious when a boy in my computer
class saw that the hair on my arms was longer than most.
All he said was...’oh
your one of those hairy girls’.
I didn’t realize until
that day that we had been put into a hairy girl
category. I will never forget the way my heart sunk and
instant humiliation came over me as I thought of all the
other comments that must have been made of which I was
unaware. That small comment changed my world completely.
I was now very
conscious of my hideous hairy girl disease. I would
notice other girls and soon realized that most girls did
not have so much hair. It made me feel very unfeminine
and embarrassed. I shaved my arms after that and loved
the look of my hair free arms knowing that it would all
grow back soon enough.
As it did start to
grow back a boy in my science class pointed out that I
had shaved them. For some reason this was even worse. I
guess because it had seemed like I let them win by
making me feel so uncomfortable with my natural arms
that I shaved.
I was really hurt.
That something I never thought about had now come to be
such a problem. I hated the fact that I had let these
boys get to me and so I never shaved or waxed my arms
again. I decided to bleach and make them as light as
possible so maybe no one would notice as much. But they
did.
I could not win so I
stopped trying, soon realizing that I should not let it
bother me.
A few years after high
school I was at a market where I found the best shirt I
had ever seen. It had a drawing of a sexy lady laying on
a lounge talking on a phone wearing a bikini and covered
in hair with a caption saying GIRRRR. I loved it and
brought it instantly. After I stopped worrying about my
arms and gained confidence, other people stopped
noticing so much too. I could have lost a leg in an
accident or been horribly burned in a fire so really a
bit of arm hair…no problem.
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