Where I live there are some young feminists who manage to cultivate a full pelt on their legs … and while it’s not something I want, it makes me happy to see them doing their thing proudly :-)

This is the longest my leg hair has ever been. I can sense minor changes in wind speeds and the subtle air currents produced by nearby enemies.

Decided in my mid-30s to grow out my body hair after a nasty divorce and realizing that I had never, ever seen how my body looks naturally in my entire life.

It was absolutely revolutionary for me.

I still trim occasionally, but most of the time I just don’t give a single fuck and wear whatever I want without shaving at all. It’s a small form of rebellion and I love it.