Challenging Myself

If there are rules, I tend not to follow them – not unless someone can give me a pretty good reason for that rule to be there.  So when it comes to body hair, and society’s rules?  I stick my tongue out at them! I have wild bush and silky pits, and I love them like that.

This month, though, I challenged myself – because one of the few areas of my body that I don’t adore is my chinny-chin-chin, and the ever-appearing hairs. So I’ve been ignoring the tweezers and letting them grow, and grow, and grow. (And as a bonus, I let my leg hair go free as well – well, why not?)

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Trimmed

Is it Alanis Morrisette ‘ironic‘, or just bad timing? Despite the adamant bush-love of my previous post, this afternoon I had my pubic hair trimmed.

Trimming is something I do about twice a year, usually in spring and autumn (right now, here in New Zealand, it’s the latter – and getting chilly). Springtime sees a close trim, taking it down to 5-10 mm and giving it the summer to grow out. Autumn’s trim, though, is more relaxed: just neatening up and shortening enough that I’m not catching strands in my underwear elastic!

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Down below

What do you expect to see, the first time you slide my knickers down? Are you anticipating smooth shaven skin and a pouting labia? Or are you hoping for a little continuing mystery – for a chance to search out the treasure nestled in the foliage?

 

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Hair-B-Gone

I have hair around my nipples. Or rather, I did, until Friday – and then they were tweezed out!

 

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Ode to Pubic Hair

Some people like the bushes

While others like the plain

And some prefer the hedgerows

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