I love this piece and relate to it so much. I am vocal about accepting wrinkles and changes in our bodies as we age, and yet I attack body and facial hair as if it’s poisonous. My tweezers are like a security blanket for me. It is very difficult to overcome the societal norms of beauty we grow up with. I remember when I was in high school, the first warm day I put on a skirt and had only shaved to my knees; my friend looked at my thighs and told me I looked like a man. Thirty years later we are still close and I have never let her forget how traumatized I was by her statement! When I became single in my late 40s I had to get a new education in pubic hair styles. I fervently want to care less than I do and encourage everyone else to do as they like - but I’m still very much anti-hair for myself. Some things that are ingrained in us as we grow die hard.