Let it grow. Have a story about your own journey with body hair? DM us or tag @WeAreHairy to be featured in our next "Real Skin, Real Hair" Sunday series.
Post your stripe. Share your summer glow (fuzz and all). Use the hashtag. Let your child see your unshaven legs and know that being a woman isn’t about being hairless. Let your partner run their hand through your chest hair without apology. The beauty industry will survive. The razor companies will be fine. But you? You only get one skin. One life. One chance to feel comfortable in it.
So stand up. Roll up your sleeves. Lift your arms. weare hairy
But that sound—the whisper of body hair in the wind, the curl of leg hair against soft sheets, the unshaven underarm that catches the morning light—is the sound of freedom.
To the man who feels pressured to be a "bear" but actually likes being smooth: You are also valid. Let it grow
4 minutes There is a sound you rarely hear in razor commercials: the sound of skin brushing against skin, naturally. You won’t see it in the perfume ads lining the subway, and you definitely won’t find it in the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine.
But slowly, something shifted. I looked down at my own ankles one day—real, human, hairy ankles—and I realized: This is mine. This is me. Post your stripe
But choose it. Don’t do it because you’re terrified of what a stranger at the pool might think. Don’t do it because an ad told you your natural state is "gross." When I stopped shaving my legs, I expected to feel brave. Instead, I felt afraid. I wore pants for an entire summer. I hid.