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#53 Because of self-objectification.

From: zara-thustra

Watch the whole talk here.

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Body Hair Fetish

I remember when I was younger my mom showed me this website ‘girls with hairy arms’ - she was so excited that there were other women out there with hairy arms just like me. I was kinda excited too, like wow, finally someone who looks like me. Pretty soon I realized that this website was a fetish website, catering to men who were turned on by women with hairy arms. 

Whenever I scour the internet looking for girls who look like me, I always end up with some freaky-ass fetish photos of vaginas and buttholes. I do not want to see vaginas and buttholes. I want to see... not that. 

I mean, I’m cool if body hair is your thing, hey, I like body hair too, duh. BUT, it sucks that the women who look like me are mostly seen in pornographic images. 

I do understand the fetish though. Body hair is seen as completely taboo, how often do you actually see female body hair in public? Not that often. This bolsters it as a fetish, something strange, seemingly unnatural. Ironically, body hair is the norm, and being completely shaven is what is unnatural.

Just some observations. I guess I wish body hair was normal, not gross, not sexual, just boring normal whatever.   

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Don’t feel bad if you can’t quite love yourself yet. Self acceptance is a journey. Appreciate how far you’ve come and have faith in how far you will go. You are doing great at your own pace.

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I never thought i’d post pictures like these on tumblr but I’m proud! I have been growing out my armpit hair for over a month now. I started rejecting my razor during movember; which meant no shaving my legs and armpits. And so my hair grew and grew and grew. And before I knew it, november was over. I got in the shower and shaved my leg hair. But I couldn’t bring myself to shave my armpits. I grew attached to my hairy underarms. I felt beautiful and feminine, despite what I was told to believe about women’s body hair. I was only shaving my armpits before because it was what I was told to do. Wash your body, hair and then shave. No explanation as to why I needed to shave but my brother didn’t. So I obliged because every one of my girlfriends was doing it and I didn’t want to be the hairiest one of my friends because girls weren’t hairy. But as my underarms grew hairier these past couple months I am not surprised to find that I am indeed still a girl, just a girl with a redefined idea of feminine beauty. And kick ass armpit hair. 

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Leg Hair Liberation / One Week on Holidays with Furry Pins

I am hairy. Big time. It’s in my genes. I’m half Macedonian and my mother’s Scottish ancestry saw her growing a better goatee on her knee than her seventeen-year-old brother could grow on his face in a bet. The hair that grows on me is thick and dark and quite contrasting to my pale skin. I never had much issue with this as a child, but when my mother sat me on the veranda aged twelve and waxed my legs for the first time I learnt to believe hairy legs were something to be ashamed of.

Over the years I have come to accept and love my hairy armpits and monobrow, but feeling the freedom to let my leg hairs be seen wild and bushy is not quite something I have overcome socially, yet. I let my leg hair grow in the wintertime, cause seriously as if I could be bothered, and I have been able to produce a generous covering of thick dark and soft hair from toes to upper thigh. But then come springtime I’ve always taken myself to the salon to rid myself of my fur. One such time the trainer even noted to the student that was waxing me that she liked how you could see the difference in my freshly waxed “clean” legs compared to my hairy “dirty” legs. Which was very offensive, for obvious reasons.

This year I treated myself to a holiday in Far North Queensland to celebrate my birthday and the end of winter. By this point I had grown my leg hairs out to their full glory and thought it would be a perfect opportunity to do an experiment in radical self love and see what it would be like to get around with my hairy ass legs on display in hot pants and short skirts for five days in the tropics.

Before I went away I felt some very real anxiety. Wanting to pack a long skirt in case I felt too ashamed to have my legs out. I started rehearsing comebacks to the judgmental comments that I was sure that I was going to receive, from “Mind your own business” to “Because I do not feel shame about my body’s natural state”. So when I went to Cairns I didn’t cover my legs once and you know what? No one gave a single fuck. I did notice people staring at my legs momentarily before looking up at my face, and I did have paranoid thoughts of them talking about me when I was out of earshot. But no one treated me any differently, or made me feel uncomfortable. Although I admit this experiment seemed easier because I was in another city where I didn’t know anyone, but I realised that it was the silent judgement of strangers that I did really care about. My friends and lovers don’t give a shit and this experiment suggested that the general public didn’t either.

I do like the look and feel of my smooth hairless legs, shining bronze in the summer time. But when I end up with a five o’clock shadow after shaving and waxing is time consuming, expensive and painful I have to wonder why I actually feel like I need to do it. I believe the only reason that we’re conditioned to think hair free legs are more desirable is due to marketing and capitalism but really there is no reason why we can’t also see the beauty in furry pins. In fact I have had numerous compliments about my hairy legs, and I too think they look sexy in a way that is unique to smooth legs.

I’ve done a couple of photo shoots recently that I haven’t waxed my legs for and it has felt very liberating. Seeing myself as a beautiful womyn with dark fuzz noticeable from the knees down has opened my eyes to a different genre of feminine beauty. I do believe I will wax my legs again in the future sometime, because I have that choice if I desire it, but for now I might let these ladies see a bit more of the sunshine.

Photo by Simon Russell

Wearing Edgeley

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Ahh this helped me so much, such wonderful advice <3

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soft 🌻🌿

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GRL PWR

archive mb for @kid-with-plans

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friendly reminder: you don’t have to shave your legs if you don’t wanna, and if you wanna shave your legs, you can!!

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someone else’s beauty does not mean you are ugly or flawed. we are all beautiful in our own ways!

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im rly tired

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Could you please post these anonymously :) thank you ♡

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hirsute goddess... with a cosmic hair! 

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You're beautiful! Love yourself girl! ✨

AH thank you, you beautiful human being! 

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