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So today I saw a girl, probably in her early twenties, locking arms with another, less feminine girl of about the same age. They were both wearing really short-shorts, but the more feminine one was covered from thighs to ankles in man-like leg hair. I stared at her legs for a while thinking, “thank god im not the only unshaven girl in short-shorts who goes out like this in public.”

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I am so guilty of this...but so happy when I see someone else with fuzzy legs rockin shorts or a sundress that I can’t help it.

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Random Genderfluid Thing #151

No Shave November takes on a whole new dimension when you shave your legs.

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You could almost classify it as a gateway drug...girl who shaves legs every day tries no shave November. Next year it’s no shave winter. Then it keeps starting earlier in the fall and ending later in the spring...until you start having shaggy summers.

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I love my leg hair, reblog if you love your leg hair too

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Give up shaving in the winter

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Give up leg shaving, period.

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Reblog if you don't care about shaving your legs in winter

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Or ever.

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No one cares why does my mom?

Reblog this if you are ok with woman not shaving their legs and then waking out in public with shorts or skirts or dresses on flaunting their unshaved legs. I want to prove to my mom that no one gives a crap about it and that a lot of people do this. I haven’t shaved mine for over a week now and she keeps nagging me about shaving it.

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So, I’ve not shaved my legs since last summer. This is the first time I’ve grown them out. I’m not going to lie, it feels quite nice. The first time I stepped outside barelegged this spring, I was surprised by the way the wind felt flowing through my forest of leg hair… I spent the day giggling about it. A feeling I’ve never felt before, it felt funny, and nice.

Even though I rarely care what anyone thinks of me, I have to admit I was little nervous going out into public for the first time. And maybe even more nervous about the reactions of my friends (who are all guys) and people who actually know me. They’ve seen me all these years with smooth legs, and now… well, it’s safe to say I have FUR. Deep down, I really didn’t care… I was just a little antsy.

Surprisingly, no one said a word about it, nothing. I couldn’t believe it. Day after day, seeing different friends, and none of them said a single word. I began wondering if they’d even noticed… but like, how couldn’t they lol? I guess they’re just too nice to say anything about it. Most of my friends are quite outspoken, and we’re all really close, so I thought at least ONE of them would have something to say. Over time, I noticed a couple friends had to take a double look, certainly noticed, but still didn’t voice an opinion. I also thought it would be weird when my Mom saw it for the first time. Nope. She got this surprised look, laughed a little, then proceeded to pet my leg, as if it were a cat. lol. So I came to the conclusion… NO ONE CARES if I have leg hair or not. And they absolutely SHOULDN’T… but in the messed up world we live in, I was certain someone would have a lousy view of natural hair on a woman’s body. I’m sure they do, but don’t have the guts to speak about it, ‘least not to my face haha. And that’s perfectly cool by me. I was just really shocked. I’m not sure why I stopped shaving them to begin with. I guess it was just one of those “I can, so I will” things. I’ve honestly enjoyed it. It’s been liberating. At first I wore long skirts… but eventually became completely comfortable in my full wardrobe… short skirts, lacy dresses, who cares haha? It’s nice… realizing that the amount of hair on my legs doesn’t define me, it effects absolutely nothing. I still feel feminine, I still feel beautiful. So girls… DO WHAT YOU WANT. We’ve been programmed to shave, but it’s a choice. Don’t worry about what people will think or say. Because, chances are, they won’t make a peep. And if they do speak ill of you, you’ll not hear it, so it’s not gonna matter anyway. Do what makes you happy! Be freeee (:

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Hairy legs

I don’t shave/wax my legs. I do other body parts because I feel it’s more hygienic and gets smelly slower, that’s only me though. What bothers me with leg hair is that it’s not about hygiene or anything: it’s about a very successful advertising by hair-removal companies in the 1930s (I swear. Google it.). So let me be. I find life too short to spend my time on something that does not improve my health or beauty. Thing is: do you want to be human or ‘feminine’? Humans have lived thousands of years. Our idea of femininity won’t last a hundred years. That’s why I have hairy legs. I’m not making a statement. I’m letting myself live in forever. [given our species manages to survive that long].

frolicingintheforest

So, I’ve not shaved my legs since last summer. This is the first time I’ve grown them out. I’m not going to lie, it feels quite nice. The first time I stepped outside barelegged this spring, I was surprised by the way the wind felt flowing through my forest of leg hair… I spent the day giggling about it. A feeling I’ve never felt before, it felt funny, and nice.

Even though I rarely care what anyone thinks of me, I have to admit I was little nervous going out into public for the first time. And maybe even more nervous about the reactions of my friends (who are all guys) and people who actually know me. They’ve seen me all these years with smooth legs, and now… well, it’s safe to say I have FUR. Deep down, I really didn’t care… I was just a little antsy.

Surprisingly, no one said a word about it, nothing. I couldn’t believe it. Day after day, seeing different friends, and none of them said a single word. I began wondering if they’d even noticed… but like, how couldn’t they lol? I guess they’re just too nice to say anything about it. Most of my friends are quite outspoken, and we’re all really close, so I thought at least ONE of them would have something to say. Over time, I noticed a couple friends had to take a double look, certainly noticed, but still didn’t voice an opinion. I also thought it would be weird when my Mom saw it for the first time. Nope. She got this surprised look, laughed a little, then proceeded to pet my leg, as if it were a cat. lol. So I came to the conclusion… NO ONE CARES if I have leg hair or not. And they absolutely SHOULDN’T… but in the messed up world we live in, I was certain someone would have a lousy view of natural hair on a woman’s body. I’m sure they do, but don’t have the guts to speak about it, ‘least not to my face haha. And that’s perfectly cool by me. I was just really shocked. I’m not sure why I stopped shaving them to begin with. I guess it was just one of those “I can, so I will” things. I’ve honestly enjoyed it. It’s been liberating. At first I wore long skirts… but eventually became completely comfortable in my full wardrobe… short skirts, lacy dresses, who cares haha? It’s nice… realizing that the amount of hair on my legs doesn’t define me, it effects absolutely nothing. I still feel feminine, I still feel beautiful. So girls… DO WHAT YOU WANT. We’ve been programmed to shave, but it’s a choice. Don’t worry about what people will think or say. Because, chances are, they won’t make a peep. And if they do speak ill of you, you’ll not hear it, so it’s not gonna matter anyway. Do what makes you happy! Be freeee (:

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reblog if you think there’s nothing wrong with girls having hairy legs

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Love the warm spring breeze blowing through my fuzz

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Here is what I hope for you, and for all women:

I hope one day you grow your leg hair out. And your underarm hair, too. And whatever other hair you’ve been coerced into removing regularly. I hope you get to know your hairs, with all their different lengths, textures and colors.

I hope you let them growgrowgrow, until the uncomfortable prickliness softens up. Until you develop the habit of rubbing your legs when you need comfort. Until it feels weirder to be hairless than not. Until you find the idea of shaving absolutely ludicrous. Until you hear all the anti-hair messages in the movies and on TV and from friends and family and strangers, as utter nonsense. I hope you let so much time pass, that you forget what it ever felt like to hate your body hair.

I hope one day you know a love of your body so boundless and intoxicating that it emanates from your eyes, your smile, your skin, and graces every person who has the privilege of walking by you. I hope you’ll become a catalyst of self-acceptance, inspiring one girl, who inspires her friends, who inspire their teachers, who inspire more women, who inspire their daughters, and their daughters, and their daughters…

I hope one day, your mere presence in the world lets girls and women know that they have the right to take up space, give their bodies a chance, and stop deforesting themselves.

- Alicen Grey (x)