Thursday, 11 July 2013

Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin

There is hair and then there is hair.

I enjoy being a hairy fairy. I love not shaving my legs, my armpits or my bikini area. I love the natural look. I adore the feel of the wind blowing my leg hairs.

I don't even pluck my eyebrows any more. I do use a bit of aloe vera gel on them each day to keep them neat. But they are a nice shape, so why bother working hard to make them a different shape?

I do not, however, want to have a beard.

I struggle from time to time with whiskers. I have three moles on my face that seem to sprout witchy hairs if I'm not careful so I do a bit of tweezering every now and then.

Last year I notices a hair that sprouted under my chin on the RIGHT side. This little whisker was noticed one day when I was doing that "thinking face" where you stroke your chin and look pensive. I have regularly checked for it and pulled the bugger out when I felt it starting to poke out of my chin.

However, the other day I did the "thinking face" again and somehow caught a feel of a very whiskery patch under my chin on the LEFT side.

I rushed to the bathroom and had a look in the mirror and lo and behold--there were THREE rather long whiskers just a-growing under my chin.

Oh my!

How long had they been there?

Why  have I never noticed them until today?

Then I looked more closely and two were black and one was grey! Oh the indignity!

I was at school at the time and so could not get to some tweezers until I got home. But as soon as I walked in the front door, I annihilated the buggers.

I don't mind a bit of body hair, but I draw the line at my chin. I am not sure why. Every other hairy part of me seems feminine and lovely, but somehow having a goaty little beard makes me feel masculine. I am thankful I only have to contend with a few hairs. I have a friend with PCOS who could actually grow a beard if she wanted to. She's joked about it, but her partner put the kibosh on that idea. She said if she wanted someone with a beard she'd have married a man.

So in this house Spiderman is the only one with a beard.

When it comes to hair removal my motto is that of the Three Pigs-- not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.

Just don't huff and puff and blow my house in because of it.


  1. oh yessss, I know what you mean! I have fought those 3-5 little hairs coming out of a mole on my chin for over 20 years! One day a couple of weeks ago, whilst brother was taking me to therapy, I noticed in the car mirror that one had escaped my vigilence and was sticking down black and at least 1/4 inch long!! I was mortified. When I checked in at the sign-in office, I borrowed some scissors and went into the restroom and cut the sucker off! I just felt like there was a red neon sign over my shoulder pointing glaringly to it and could not walk into that gym door until I had eliminated it. When I get in the nursing home, I will have to have someone promise to watch out for me on this!