Our columnist has jetted off to the Canary Islands with her boys. Here, she reveals why she's flaunting her ‘furry’ legs by the pool
SO I’m on holiday, and I’ve got hairy legs. VERY hairy legs.
I meant to shave when we first got to the hotel but my boys were like: “Nooooo! We need to swim!”
So they grabbed their shorts and we headed straight out. I then sat on a sunbed watching them splash about and just laughed at my fuzzy legs.
But I could tell people were looking at me like, “Wow she needs to shave”.
People are so offended by female body hair. SO offended! They actually say things like, “Ugh, those hairs are so long.”
But we have no issues with a man being head-to-toe hairy. It’s so weird.
There is a big old joke around the Loose Women team that I never shave my legs. They’re always taking the mick out of me and saying I’ve let myself go - in a very jokey, endearing way. They love me hair and all.
On average, I don't shave for a month at a time - and I reckon I could go a whole year!
Joe’s working at the moment so he’s not on holiday with us, but he doesn’t care one bit. He’s the best about it, actually.
I remember at the beginning of our relationship making loads of effort and shaving loads, but you just get to the point where you forget or life gets in the way.
Now he just says he doesn’t care, and I honestly don’t think he does. I’ll rub my furry legs up against his in bed and our hairs get intertwined!
I only ever became conscious of how hairy I was when I got to Year Six, the last year of primary school.
Most of the girls didn’t have hair yet but I had massive boobs, stank of BO and had REALLY long leg hair.
I’ll rub my furry legs up against Joe's in bed and our hairs get intertwined!
I was so awkward and gangly, and went through puberty way too young - I got really self-conscious about it.
Mum wouldn’t let me shave and just told me not to worry. But I felt so isolated and embarrassed - I didn’t want to do PE or any school plays where we had to wear short skirts.
At one point, I stopped wanting to go to school altogether. My friends used to call me Furry. I was the furry girl.
Eventually Mum let me wax. Oh my god, imagine being 11 YEARS OLD and waxing! It was like childbirth - the worst pain ever - and it put me off for life. So I ended up just stealing Mum’s razor and shaving my legs instead.
But then I had Zac at 17 - and suddenly I had men, women, and medical students looking up my vagina doing sweeps, dragging babies out and stitching me up. Just things you’d never imagine going through at a really young age.
My dignity was completely gone and after that I thought, “People have shoved their hand up me to get a human out. Why do I care that I’m hairy?”
My eyelashes are non-existent but my leg hair is like a plait. What is that about?
So now I can’t be bothered. For a start, my legs are so long, I feel like I have to do yoga to shave them, bending to get in every nook and cranny.
Also, guaranteed every time I shave my legs there’s a tuft of hair I’ve missed, especially on the knees. I’ve always got furry knees.
And don’t get me started on shaving rash, ingrown hairs and nicks. When I cut myself shaving I feel like I’m losing pints of blood. It just doesn’t stop bleeding.
I get out the shower, dry myself, put my jeans on and the blood comes through my jeans. What the hell! How is this tiny cut still bleeding?
So to all the women who think waxing, shaving and grooming is the bane of their life and wish they didn’t have to do it – you really DON’T. You really, really don’t.
And if people don’t like you because you have normal body hair on your legs, they’re not worth knowing.
In the winter months my hairy legs are quite handy. They keep me really warm. Sometimes I do question nature because my eyelashes are non-existent but my leg hair is like a plait. What is that about?
But I just think love it and live it - there are bigger things to worry about.
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