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EW, YOU HAVE BODY HAIR AS A LADY?”
<strong>They said it like a discovery.</strong><p><strong>Like they had uncovered something shameful, something that shouldn’t exist.</strong></p><p><strong>Their faces twisted, not in curiosity, but in quiet disgust dressed up as normal.</strong></p><p><strong>And for a second just a second I looked at myself differently.</strong></p><p><strong>Not as a body that breathes, grows, protects, and carries me through life,</strong></p><p><strong>but as a mistake.</strong></p><p><strong>Hair.</strong></p><p><strong>Something so natural it begins before I even understand the world.</strong></p><p><strong>Something my skin produces without asking for permission from anyone.</strong></p><p><strong>Something that exists on every human body just in different amounts, different places, different shades.</strong></p><p><strong>But suddenly, on me, it became wrong.</strong></p><p><strong>Because I am a “lady.”</strong></p><p><strong>A word they use like a rulebook.</strong></p><p><strong>Like being a lady means editing myself down</strong></p><p><strong>until I am soft enough to be accepted,</strong></p><p><strong>smooth enough to be approved,</strong></p><p><strong>silent enough to not question why.</strong></p><p><strong>They didn’t ask where this rule came from.</strong></p><p><strong>They didn’t question who decided that softness equals worth.</strong></p><p><strong>They just repeated it passed it down like an inheritance no one asked for.</strong></p><p><strong>And I almost accepted it.</strong></p><p><strong>Almost.</strong></p><p><strong>Until I realized that my body has never needed their approval to exist.</strong></p><p><strong>It has never paused to ask,</strong></p><p><strong>“Am I allowed to grow this?”</strong></p><p><strong>“Will they still like me if I don’t change this?”</strong></p><p><strong>It simply is.</strong></p><p><strong>And maybe that’s what unsettles them.</strong></p><p><strong>Not the hair,</strong></p><p><strong>but the fact that I might choose not to be ashamed of it.</strong></p><p><strong>Because if I refuse to shrink,</strong></p><p><strong>if I refuse to apologize for something this natural,</strong></p><p><strong>then the rules they’ve been living by start to crack.</strong></p><p><strong>So no</strong></p><p><strong>this is not something to hide.</strong></p><p><strong>This is not something to be embarrassed about.</strong></p><p><strong>This is a body.</strong></p><p><strong>Real.</strong></p><p><strong>Unedited.</strong></p><p><strong>Unapologetic.</strong></p><p><strong>And it is mine.</strong></p>
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