Bumpy red marks, blisters, sores and even scars along my bikini line. Shaving obsessively before I’d even had my first kiss. Instantly noticing when a woman walks past without freshly shaved legs or pits, then feeling guilty because I thought I was better than that crap. Cringing if a woman’s pubes are visible outside her swimsuit.
Huh? Where the hell did this come from?
Waxing, laser hair removal and shaving. Chemical burns, shaving rash, pimples and infected hair follicles. Itchy stubble and hours of your life gurgling down the drain alongside your curly little soldiers.
For many women of my generation, there is a real belief that if you haven’t got a bald shaved vagina then you shouldn’t be having sex. The shame! What would the neighbours say?!
Shaving, plucking and waxing our genitals, armpits, upper lips, legs and eyebrows is completely normal and expected amongst the millennials. Back in the 80s, the idea of a shaved vagina was something close to fetish. It was scandalous.
But since the 1990s it became fashionable to show shaven vaginas in pornography and before you know it a whole generation are freaked out by the innocent little pube.
Personally, I associate a bald vagina with childhood, and I think that regularly ‘mowing the lawn’ is slightly creepy and very much a waste of time. I find the morbid fascination with pubic hair both bizarre and slightly amusing, that my generation is quite happy to have sexual intercourse (literally putting a part of you INSIDE a part of someone else) but find naturally growing hair just TOO MUCH to deal with.
I consider myself a strong, low maintenance girl who doesn’t give a f*ck about things that don’t matter. (see what I did their dad?)
But… I wouldn’t dream of going more than a day or two without shaving my armpit hair. I would be mortified to slip on a little stain number and let my pits grow wild.
I recognise this is utterly stupid, societal brainwashing and yet I just couldn’t do that. Maybe wearing a woolly jumper or slobbing around with a long-term partner, but in PUBLIC?! Mad.
But apparently, it wasn’t always that way.
It started in 1915 when a marketing campaign targeted women who were just being allowed to start wearing short sleeves, but warned that ‘objectionable hair’ was EMBARRASSING.
What’s that? Women being targeted by a white male industry to make them feel shame for their natural body?
I SO DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING
When I stopped completely shaving, I was scared that I would be rejected in bed, but actually it really wasn’t a big deal at all. Quite frankly I can think of so many better things to be doing with my time than shaving off my fanny hair. In fact, I can’t really think of anything less important.
Just as skinny shaming is as bad as fat shaming, no one has a right to make you feel that your body is shameful or ‘wrong.’
Do what you want, for you.
Let’s try to remember the real enemy isn’t the hair growing on our beautiful bodies, but the morons who perpetuate the idea that we should be ashamed of our lovely natural selves.