Note: If armpits gross you out, skip to the next post.
In addition to letting my leg hair grow, I decided not to shave my armpits. I would tell you that everything had been going along swimmingly until the weather started warming up, but that wouldn't be truthful. Sometimes in the shower, the armpit hair would pull uncomfortably.
All of a sudden on Monday the weather became nice, so I donned capped-sleeve shirt.s. (I'm still too self-conscious to wear hems above my knees unless I'm wearing tights) However, when I lifted my arms to a 45 degree angle, my armpits caught my attention. Hair poked out of my shirt sleeve. I'm not adverse to some hair showing, but it was like straw sticking out of an overstuffed scarecrow. This is the first time I have been legitimately grossed out by my hair; sometimes I think my legs look mannish, but I can conquer that thought. Not so this time.
On Tuesday I noticed that some deodorant had gotten caught in my hair. I won't go into too many details, but I was yet again grossed out. The hair in my armpits was a nice covering for such a sensitive area, but the length had gotten out of control. (I am reminded of an episode of the "Fairly Odd Parents" where the protagonists' parents don't practice personal hygiene. The protagonist's mother was able to make ropes out of her armpit hair and swing from building to building. Mine was not quite that long nor that strong.)
While taking a shower Tuesday evening, I thinned out some of the hair in my arm pit. I didn't raze it all, just took out the biggest tufts. It didn't hurt, of which I was glad. Now the armpit hair is shorter, more manageable, and I'm not as self-conscious when I wear those cap-sleeved shirts.
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