Or just halfway?
It’s come much later this year but I knew I had to bite the bullet and put some shorts on.
I had to shave my legs.I admire my friend, Amy. She shaves her legs every single day. Every single day of the year. I admire her commitment to her great legs – loofah-ing and shaving and moisturizing every single day. She shakes her head at me in disbelief when we talk about it.
I hope you don’t think less of me because of that. But really, I *hate* how it feels in the winter after I shave my legs. It’s an odd sensory thing but the feeling of shaved, moisturized legs in the winter is disturbing to me. Especially if I’m wearing jeans.
This morning I lathered up my puff, scrubbed my skin and started the ritual of gliding the razor up my leg, stopping just above my kneecap.
Ever since I started shaving my legs I have been torn as to whether of not to shave my full leg of just half. Ever since I started shaving I have only shaved half. When I get to the knee – I stop. It was what my mum taught me.
I think if I start going all the way up I’ll have to go all the way forever. It’s an added commitment to a hygiene practice that I already find to be a pain in the ass. I lasered off my underarm hair and bikini line. I’d love to be able get my legs done next.
How far do you go and why?