The hair above my eyes is acceptable when manicured, symmetrical, and neat. Got it.
The hair above my lip should be removed. ASAP. Got it.
The hair everywhere else on my face shouldn't exist. Got it.
The hair under my arms is an abomination. Got it.
Hair on my legs, thighs, ass, and every other body part should be minimal to non-existent. Got it.
The hair on my vagina should be whatever a he prefers. Got it.
God forbid I have hair in places women shouldn't. Got it.
And if I don't adhere to "the rules," I won't have love, happiness, and a shot of being chosen. Got it.
As a woman with hirsutism, I have spent days in bed filled with grief and shame about HAIR. I have wasted too much mental energy on HAIR. I want to get to a place where I refuse to participate at all.
The rules concerning femininity are exhausting. I'll keep calling them out until the arbiters of this tomfoolery find several seats and take them.
To paraphrase Glennon Doyle, "they" keep us so focused on the trivial (aka in cages), so we'll never get about doing our world-changing business (aka being goddamn cheetahs).
