Hi friend!
How are you doing? Great, I hope.
Missed you yesterday. Actually, I’ve missed ya for the last week or so! Connor’s been home all week long (no dance camp), so between blowing bubbles and chasing her around outside, I’ve had a ton of deadlines to meet. I’ve been typing like a maniac, especially in the wee hours!
I’m low-key overwhelmed, but one thing helping me see the bright side is a quote from legendary tennis player Billie Jean King who once said, “Pressure is a privilege.”
When I start to feel a heavy weight on my chest, I try to remind myself there was a time, not too long ago, when I deeply longed for a child, and I wondered if I’d ever be lucky enough to raise one.
And I also think about all those times I wasn’t sure if I could actually turn writing about beauty into a thing.
It’s always better after I check myself, you know?
Anywho, thank you for listening.
I swear, this post really is about shaving legs!
In the shower this morning, I shaved my legs for the first time in a week. While de-fuzzing my gams, I got to thinking about when I started. I think I was in eighth grade?
I remember wanting to shave when I was younger, though, like sixth or seventh grade, and mentioning it to my mom a few times, but she’d always deflect the conversation by saying that she never shaved her legs, so why did I need to?
She wasn’t a girly girl, so when it came to anything related to beauty, I was on my own! Well, I also had magazines and the often misguided advice of my friends, but that’s another story.
I remember being at my locker one day, and a friend looked at my legs in my plaid green shorts and asked if I forgot to shave that morning. I don’t remember what my answer was, but shortly after that, I started sneaking my dad’s disposable razors in the shower to shave.
Connor actually mentioned a while back how she thought her legs looked hairy, and asked me when she thought she might start shaving!
I was like, “Girl, you’re only 7!” Then, I proceeded to tell her that once she was on the shave train, there was no going back. (“You’ll be shaving for the rest of your life. THAT’S A REALLY LONG TIME.”)
I think she eventually forgot about it, so I’m hoping we’ll have a few more years before it comes up again in middle school.
At that time, I’ll be happy to walk her through it, and I plan to buy her own special razors and whatnot. I grew up in a very no-nonsense house and so having toiletries and beauty things that were just for me was a completely foreign concept. I’d like it to be different for her.
Which leads me to today’s beauty question. When did you start shaving your legs? Did you have someone to help you learn? Or did you do it on your own?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,
Karen
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