Never fear, dear readers, I have not given up on the Fuzzy Femme Project. It’s been a little over a month since I ceased depilating and I’m back with an update.
It wasn’t nearly as irritating as I had expected going through the stubble phase. And I’m pleasantly surprised at how most of the time I forget that my legs are hairy now. For the most part, I forget about my underarms too, until I’m in the shower. Then I still do a double-take most days as I raise my arms to rinse my hair and see a dark mound of curls under my arms. Oh yeah, I remember, that’s me now. It’s still a bit of a novelty.
I went out in a dress and heels for the first time with visibly hairy legs. I will admit to a mild internal panic before leaving the house. (What can I say, it takes time to undo years worth of patriarchal conditioning.) I haven’t yet received any negative attention because of my body hair, but we’re still fairly early on in the project.
It feels nice not to constantly have ingrown hairs on my legs. You can tell by the scars on my leg that those were a frequent occurrence (and that I was/am a picker…but that’s another post entirely). It’s also very freeing to just let my body be my body. I’m still adjusting to its physical appearance but this is true on many levels, not just regarding my newly hairy legs and pits. This project isn’t just about examining mine and society’s relationship with women and body hair or redefining femme for myself. It’s another way for me to embrace my physical being. Loving my body for what it is has been a lifelong battle and my newest rendering of me is just another step toward victory.