I’ve gotten to the point where I forget that I don’t really shave my legs. Dress goes on, out the door. No one ever mentions it or says anything. I’ll just look down and be like: oh, my legs are hairy.
I honestly don’t care if you are a man/woman/whatever who shaves their legs or not.
I do it because I like how it feels and I’m really good about not nicking myself, but I always have this prediction of a conversation where someone tells me that “I don’t need to be anything other than myself. I don’t need to do what the magazines tell me to do”
Oh…well…fuck the magazines and I could honestly care less about what others think, I just like how it feels man.