I was recently engaged in a conversation with a man who made a comment about his preference in body hair down there –
Yes, y’all – I am talking about pubic hair. He asked me why don’t go bare, which is a genuine question and I told him it was not my preference. But his next comment made me upset: Bare is easier for men and they would appreciate it…
Well, isn’t that subjective? I met a variety of men who have all sorts of preferences… so, what the?
When I was younger, I used to participate in the whole Brazilian wax thing. It would cost me as equally as an all-you-can-eat sushi meal with tip. I did this because at the time, I did think men prefer bare, but it also gave me this indescribable confidence.
Now, in my late-twenties, I can give less fucks about what a man wants / prefers. And I don’t have this free-money to play with like I did in college (read: financial aid). It’s my damn body and if I am going bare – it will be for me. But honestly, I haven’t gone nude and bare in a very long time. I’m in this stage where I’ve grown into myself and body, comfortably. And that confidence? Still there with some hair.
I do remember this one time, I went bare and my ex-boyfriend, who we don’t like, said why do I go bare? You look like you’re 12.
So, damned if you do and damned if you don’t, eh?
Can men, and people altogether stop policing our body hairs? If we chose to keep our full-on armpit hairs, on our private parts, our chest, our ass cracks? Let us live.
I am so sick and tired of men telling me to do shit with MY body. The moment you make a comment about my body, I am just going to stop you right there and walk away, literally.