I have superbly hairy arms.
When I was younger I used to get teased about my hairy arms all the time and it bothered me. Well, that's not really true. I pretended like it bothered me, because it seemed like I was supposed to be bothered by the ribbing, but secretly, I mostly just enjoyed the attention.
On multiple occasions, I trimmed the unruly, curly, ridiculously long arm hair strands with a pair of pink and white safety scissors. It seemed like the thing to do.
Come to think of it, I was a rather strange kid. Probably the arm hair was only an outward sign of inner awkwardness, a feature for the other kids my age to latch onto, an easy target for lame jokes designed to make the teller feel better about him or herself. Kids seem to have a sixth sense about these things. They smell one another's vulnerability and they circle around the weak like a shiver of sharks eager for blood. This is the way it seemed to me. Then again, I was both awkward AND paranoid. :)
Not much has changed over the years...
I just don't cut my arm hair anymore. Let it grow. The longer, the better; the crazier, the better; the more untamed, the better.
It's who I am.
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Believe it or not, I was thinking of your arm hair the other day! I saw Taylor Swift sing at the CMA awards, and she has ridiculously long arm hair too! Works for her, and it works for you!
They smell one another's vulnerability and they circle around the weak like a shiver of sharks eager for blood.
Holy cow is this true!
Well, thank goodness you have put away the scissors!
"Then again, I was both awkward AND paranoid. :)
Not much has changed over the years..."
Welcome to my world! :)
I used to get teased about my arm hair too! A girl in my class told me I looked like a werewolf. I don't know if it's freakishly long, but it is very dark while my skin tends to be pale.
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