Okay, so this blog is supposed to be about fat and such, but since I'm covered under the term "Body Issues," I want to talk about freak hairs.
Now, my hair (from my head), is always falling out and tickling the bare skin on my chest/shoulders. I don't mean this in a stress-clump way, but rather a single straggler way. I'm fairly certain that I am not alone here. I'm also pretty sure that I'm not the only girl who's ever found a longer-than-it-should-be hair growing from somewhere other than her head, which is what just happened to me. I felt what I thought was a straggler on my collarbone, but when I picked it off I found it was attached. I was horrified. Of course, when I pulled it, I found out it was so blond it was almost white, and I'm sure nobody else could have noticed it. But still. Ew.
So what's the deal with the freak hairs? Other girls in my life have found them too, some of them on their faces, and my lovely brother was kind enough to point one out to me that had appeared on my neck! They seriously sprout overnight. One of my best friends had one, at least an inch long, on her face, and it was dark, and I would have noticed it if it had been there the day before. But it appeared out of nowhere! Can someone please explain to me why any kind of benevolent Deity would do this to us??
We already have to tame the hair that we expect: monthly salon visits, regular bikini waxes, new razor blades to shave legs/underarms. Some girls have to bleach or wax their upper lips and even their arms. So why, God, why add these insane, disgusting, completely unexpected little bastards to our lives? With the amount of effort, time, and money we already spend on hair control, I think it's cruel and sick that I have to check my entire body any time my boyfriend isn't in the room, in case a long hair has grown from my elbow or (god forbid) my back or (god FORBID) my chest.
I know this was a bit of a non-sequitur, but I'm feeling pretty shaken. To any guys that read this post, I'm sorry if I grossed you out, but that was the risk I had to take to make this secret shame public. We can't keep pretending we're hairless! Not that we should stop shaving/waxing/etc, because ew, but you guys should damn well appreciate what we go through! And maybe wax for us, just once.
Now, my hair (from my head), is always falling out and tickling the bare skin on my chest/shoulders. I don't mean this in a stress-clump way, but rather a single straggler way. I'm fairly certain that I am not alone here. I'm also pretty sure that I'm not the only girl who's ever found a longer-than-it-should-be hair growing from somewhere other than her head, which is what just happened to me. I felt what I thought was a straggler on my collarbone, but when I picked it off I found it was attached. I was horrified. Of course, when I pulled it, I found out it was so blond it was almost white, and I'm sure nobody else could have noticed it. But still. Ew.
So what's the deal with the freak hairs? Other girls in my life have found them too, some of them on their faces, and my lovely brother was kind enough to point one out to me that had appeared on my neck! They seriously sprout overnight. One of my best friends had one, at least an inch long, on her face, and it was dark, and I would have noticed it if it had been there the day before. But it appeared out of nowhere! Can someone please explain to me why any kind of benevolent Deity would do this to us??
We already have to tame the hair that we expect: monthly salon visits, regular bikini waxes, new razor blades to shave legs/underarms. Some girls have to bleach or wax their upper lips and even their arms. So why, God, why add these insane, disgusting, completely unexpected little bastards to our lives? With the amount of effort, time, and money we already spend on hair control, I think it's cruel and sick that I have to check my entire body any time my boyfriend isn't in the room, in case a long hair has grown from my elbow or (god forbid) my back or (god FORBID) my chest.
I know this was a bit of a non-sequitur, but I'm feeling pretty shaken. To any guys that read this post, I'm sorry if I grossed you out, but that was the risk I had to take to make this secret shame public. We can't keep pretending we're hairless! Not that we should stop shaving/waxing/etc, because ew, but you guys should damn well appreciate what we go through! And maybe wax for us, just once.
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