We’ve written a lot about shaving here on DDP. Reyes wrote about why she shaves her pubic hair, but not her leg hair. Nadia Morris wrote about the social pressure on women to shave, and Skylar Fox explored shaving standards for men. At the time when I read my colleagues’ posts, I gave little thought to my shaving habits. I hated shaving my legs, but I regarded shaving as a necessary grooming ritual. A few months ago, I decided to stop.
Ceasing shaving has been a freeing experience for me. It gave me new respect for my bodily autonomy. It allowed me to examine the reasoning behind a daily activity, isolate social influences, and make my life just an ounce more intentional.
My leg hair has now grown to its full fuzzy glory. But it took a while to get here. Every step of the way, I was tempted to shave it off. I want to describe several milestones I had to pass, where the temptation was the greatest to give up on this experiment and welcome the soapy embrace of a razor.