I have been a hard-core feminist for a few years now — preaching on social media, calling out sexism, racism, and trans/homophobia, attending the rallies, all the usual things.
Recently, I have been struggling with the whole ‘women should have body hair’ idea. I completely believe and am constantly preaching how women have body hair, just like men and it is a societal construct that women are required to shave, wax, or laser their hair off. Hair is apart of the human body. Women have had hair for centuries and it is completely natural. A women should only be shaving for herself, not to please anyone around her, especially her partner. On top of that, there is nothing wrong with shaving for your own satisfaction. Many prefer the feeling of smooth, hairless legs. Medically, body hair is also necessary to keep your body healthy. I have been preaching and preaching this to friends and on social media and yet I have really struggled with the actual appearance of my body hair in public.
I was a bit terrified to go in front of my family and friends, my peers and teachers, the whole world with unshaved legs. I knew and know what is the right thing to do, but it was still something purchasesildenafil that to some extent, I was ashamed of. Being Indian, I have hereditary thick coarse hair. If I shave, stubble will a) never actually leave or b) grow back in a matter of literally a few hours. And shaving reacts really badly with my skin. So, I result to waxing. And waxing, besides being a painful process, is not the most convenient as you have those periods where you have to wait for the hair on your legs to grow back, before you can wax again. For years, I have been struggling with being torn between shaving and waxing in terms of convenience and health. On top of that, I am a huge theatre geek and it is the most frustrating thing having to deal with trying on costumes all the time when you are so ashamed of what your body looks like. Needless to say, I was and still am petrified of making this political statement.
Today, I made my big debut. I came to school in yoga pants solely because I had a big acting presentation and needed my knees to be covered as it was very physically demanding work. Half way through Spanish, I asked to go to the bathroom, my heart pounding faster and faster, to go change into shorts. I quickly changed and stood at the bathroom stall door, taking deep breaths, convincing myself that it would all be okay. And it was. No one even said anything. Granted, it has only been a few hours since then and I have been sitting at desks with my legs covered, but I am proud of myself. Until I started writing this article, I even forgot for a few minutes. It is really no big deal. I am rocking my hairy legs and am filled with bursting feelings of nervousness, yes, but mostly accomplishment. It is my big first day making a political statement and I could not be happier.
This is my call to everyone out there who struggles with not just their body hair, but their body in general. Whether your legs are covered in light, blonde fuzz or thick, coarse, dark hair, like me, embrace it. Your hair is a natural part of your already beautiful body, and you have every right to share it with the world. It takes massive amounts of courage, but it is absolutely possible. And if you want to shave, you have every right to, just make sure that you are doing it for yourself and not because society calls for it. Defy societal limits and create your own. You are beautiful. No matter what your size and color. You have so much external and internal beauty and do not, for even a second, hesitate to flaunt it. The whole world needs more of you, the true you.