Tonya is made of spice, friends, and leadership. With a dash of foreveralone.
so today in weird things - i sort of inadvertently started no shave november by carrying some lazy through and then deciding to make a go of it. i shaved my armpits a couple times (like literally probably twice) the whole month, and nothing else.
today i shaved my legs, and they’re immediately happier because my skin gets dry and awful when i haven’t shaved them. i’m rocking the au naturel look on my vulva and i’m digging it. i even conditioned it today. i thought for a second about omg how embarrassing what if someone saw it. which is fucking absurd. my body grows this hair for a reason. i’m proud of my body for growing hair and doing other things it evolved to do, and grateful it does things that are designed to protect me without my making it happen.
i may get creative with some pubic hair grooming and i may not - i don’t think that there’s anything to be said for going for bush or bare or whatever. just do what ever makes you feel good, etc. i just found this to be a really productive experiment in loving all of my body and its functions. it was also pretty fun to argue with my mom and some other ladies who felt the need to try to convince me of ‘better hair removal’ tactics for my legs, as opposed to actually listening when i said i didn’t want to remove the hair. because women.
anyway. this has been a post.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
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but, plot twist. this never ends. holy guacamole.