It feels pretty strange for me to post a picture of my armpit, but I have something to say, so here goes.
The other night, I was sitting my chair, arms up something like this, just stretching and relaxing… my boyfriend looked at my armpits, and laughed. I said “What?” he said, “You look like a man.” To be honest, I got pretty mad at him, actually VERY mad. It made me feel like he was as dumb and shallow as the rest of the fools that would look down on something like this.
I have really sensitive skin. I can’t use just any ole razor. I didn’t have money to buy a new one at the time, so I said forget it. I stopped shaving, because I can. I can do whatever I please with my body. It’s just like my little ordeal with makeup… for so many years, I was so “girly” that I thought I couldn’t leave the house without makeup on. One day, I just realized, I didn’t have to put it on, nor did I want to. I completely stopped wearing makeup for months… no foundation, no eyeliner, no mascara, no nothing. I felt liberated. I was so much more comfortable with myself than I’d ever been in my life. Eventually, I started wearing eye makeup again, because it’s something I’ve always loved, and is more of a decoration than a mask. I feel so free without makeup, knowing that I don’t have to have it to be “attractive”… because when it comes down to it, who cares? I am who I am.
As a female, society has a set of “rules” for us to follow… rules on what makes you a woman. I don’t like rules. I don’t believe in beauty standards, and degrading a woman that doesn’t fit in them. I’ve shaved my armpits since they started growing hair… because I was taught that that was thing to do. Now that I’m grown, I’m starting to see things in a different light. Our bodies naturally grow hair… it’s there for a purpose, it’s part of our design. Why should I feel like I MUST remove it to be a woman? It’s madness really.
Basically, I wanted to make a point… that we are not defined by our choices on such matters. I’m still the same person, with or without body hair… and the same goes for makeup. If you want to shave… shave; if you don’t… don’t. It’s as simple as that. In my case, my own boyfriend doesn’t care for the idea of me having armpit hair… but I really don’t care what he thinks about it, and he knows that. He’s accepted it, and is used to it by now. He still snickers sometimes, but I’ve gotten used to that as well. I can’t really get mad because he thinks it’s strange… because MOST people do. It’s just what we are programmed to think. But we need to break free from that, and open our minds.
Also, I’m not bound to this… if I want to shave, I will, but it is no longer something I feel I have to do. Just like with the makeup, after so long of not wearing any I almost felt the same bondage as before, when I constantly wanted to wear it. The same as making myself put it on, I was making myself keep it off, just to stay true to my decision to not wear it. But some days I wanted to get dolled up… and that’s okay!
The moral of the story is to DO WHAT YOU WANT. It’s your body, and no one is your judge. Do what makes YOU happy! Don’t feel like you are confined to “rules” of beauty. After breaking them, I feel more of a woman than ever before! (: