Why I’ve Stopped Shaving

No. It’s not another defiant feminist protest.

No. It’s not to “see how long I can stand it.”

No. It’s not to torture my mother. :P

I don’t want to feel pressured to shave my legs. I don’t want my womanhood to feel linked to smooth legs. I like the feel of smooth legs, so at some point I’ll shave, and if and when I ever have a partner again, I’ll take their preferences into account. But I will not let society dictate what I do with my body. I want to be comfortable with my body in its natural state. I don’t actually like shaving that much. I don’t think anyone does, really. Am I right, ladies? But we do it anyway because it’s expected of us. We’re somehow unnatural if we don’t. But what is unnatural about allowing our bodies to behave as they would naturally? Hair on our bodies served an evolutionary purpose at one point. But now we associate hair with manliness, only because our society has done that for us; another example of how we allow our societal norms to think for us.

But I do like shaven legs. Because the association between smooth legs and femininity is so firmly engrained in our culture, I feel womanly and feminine when I do it. I like the way they feel against each other when I lay down to go to sleep. I feel cleaner somehow. But the act of shaving itself is cumbersome enough that I don’t mind giving it a little longer waiting period. I’ll shave again when I feel like it. Damn it.

Rainbow glitter Goldenponies oxfords. Hell yes. + Hairy legs.

Peace.

UPDATE:
Dear Miss Kelsie Jo,
Which is also fine. Some people just like to do it. In that case, get it gr. I just find it tedious and bothersome.