To Shave Or Not To Shave? That Is The Question.

I’m not saying that I’ve sworn off shaving all together, but for about a month, I’ve been disturbed by the concept of a grown woman shaving her pubic and leg hair.

Here is my thought process.

Who has little or no hair in these places? Children. Little girls.

When I paused with that thought, I got instantly angry and felt totally creeped out.

Why does our society glorify the bodies of little girls as a sexual ideal or standard?

It got me asking questions.

Who pushed for the removal of hair? When did this happen? Why is this considered a basic beauty standard?   

Before 1915, women didn’t shave. Shaving was considered a masculine thing. Around this time, advertisements began to frame shaving as not optional if one wanted to appear feminine and beautiful.

These advertisements, all of a sudden, told women  that if they didn’t conform, then they were dirty and manly.

And women believed this. 🤯 And we continue to believe this nonsense pushed on us from people looking to make an extra buck at the expense of women’s sense of self love. 🤯 Not to mention, that the concept has some major pedo vibes and glorifies the bodies of prepubescent little girls.

Prior to this point in time, just like men, women’s body hair was perfectly normal.

P*rnography has also directly impacted the way in which women feel pressured to keep themselves which makes me sick to my stomach.

Go ahead google it or ask ChatGPT. I got quite a history lesson.

I don’t know about you, but I do not like to be manipulated especially by greedy perverts.

Additionally , there is major pressure on women to have flat stomachs, smooth perfect baby like skin.

WHY?

Why are we glorifying youth so much?

There is so much power and wisdom with age especially for women.

As women, why are we doing everything we can to fight this sacred rite of passage that is only accompanied by aging and actually living a full life.

My new curves signify that I’ve been through some things. I brought two beautiful humans into this world. I’ve dealt with major hormone shifts, and I was sustaining two little lives with my body alone on the inside and out.

After Ben’s birth,  I felt pressured to get “back in shape” when I was breast feeding, and I significantly cut back on eating, but when I did that, my milk supply dropped, so I listened to my body and ate when I was freakin hungry.

Excuse my French, but seriously f*ck the people putting pressure on women who created and are sustaining human lives with their bodies to look like some kind of starved model mere months after creating an entire human life.

Women need to not only reject this b*llsh*t, but we also need to embrace, and root ourselves in loving compassion and appreciation for these incredible vessels that literally sustain and further humanity.

Furthermore, my blemishes and my laugh lines tell a story. They are a visual indication that I have something important to say because I have lived life.

I reject Botox. I reject freaking out about my wrinkles, I reject pressure for my body to look a certain way. I reject feeling pressured to dye my hair. I may even reject shaving.

I definitely reject the socially constructed version of reality telling me that I should look and be a certain way.

God created me to age, and with that age, He created me to become more and more powerful, wise, and bad*ss every year.

I am absolutely not saying that we should let ourselves go. The body is a temple, and we should treat it with the utmost reverence and love. For me, this includes eating healthy, exercising, avoiding toxins in clothing materials, self care products, food etc.

If women everywhere owned and loved their age, their bodies, their experiences, and their truth, the world would be a very different place.

The world needs to be mothered, by unshakable, powerful, and loving forces.

Mothers are a force to be reckoned with, and I believe that it is not a coincidence that certain people in our society have pushed hard to get women to doubt themselves.

The world needs us to stop buying into these ridiculous beauty standards that have us questioning, doubting, and belittling ourselves instead of being the powerful but tender mothers needed to begin to heal and nurture this broken society.