I was embarrassed when you first showed up
That first night
And my agony at your existence
It intensified over time

I am so sorry that I hated you
For so long, every single day
Ever since I can remember, actually
I have wished you away

I pinched you out when you were young
Drowned you in hot and sticky liquid when you were grown
Patted you for a minute, only to rip you out
Of the only home you’ve ever known

I sent sparks shooting into your core
To shake you up from within
When I got tired and didn’t want to deal, 
I resorted to beheading

But you, you always came back
You didn’t let my shame discourage you
Nor the playground taunts, the supermodels, 
The judgemental friends, the Cosmo issues

You drowned out that petty voice
“I like it smooth” (well, fuck you)
And those insane comments from the boys
“Keep it clean” (bitch, please)

It took me decades to understand why you still hug me tight on cold nights
Why you always stuck by me, why you never cared
See, the thing is, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with body hair

by Greeshma Rajeev

Illustration credits: Raphaelle Camarcat

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