I’ve never felt ashamed of my hair. When they started to grow, especially in my armpits, my mother gave me the blade and told me to shave. I was a child and even without her explaining to me why I had to shave, I shaved my armpits. Not because I wanted to because she told me to. The hairs on my leg have escaped my family’s judgment even though whenever possible my parents make a point of telling me how bad my legs are. And despite everything, you know what? I’ve never felt ashamed of them. People look on the street but I still wear shorts and dresses because it’s normal for me (Except skirts, because I hate skirts lol). And then I decided to stop shaving my armpit. I just feel better with them not shaved and respect who prefers their shaved armpits. I tried to explain this to my parents, at least. My father had the audacity to tell me that it was a lack of hygiene not to depilate the armpits (even if he did not shave his own armpits) and that if I did not depilate my puss* he would ‘understand’ since it’s not something visible but the armpits are unacceptable. You know what I did? I continued with my hair. No one has the right to rule my hair. Whether it’s the hairs on my legs, on my armpits or in my puss*. I decide. And they stay because I feel comfortable like that. My hair, my decision.