Whatever I choose to do with my hair, I try to make sure it’s because that’s what I want to feel, or look like, or show. Sometimes it’s hard to tell where the want originated. Sometimes it’s not. Resubjectifying oneself is no easy task.

These days I have hairy legs and wear them with a pencil skirt. It used to feel weird. Now it still can feel strange but I just care less.

I don’t shave my armpits or thread my eyebrows, and it’s ok to do the overhead arm stretch on zoom at my standing desk. Most of the time.

I do like to shave my yoni region, but that’s because I like the way it feels when my husband and I make love. He likes it any which way I groom those hairs down there. So that one is all about my own pleasure.

Keep looking. We find ourselves over time, I think. It’s the looking for self that liberates us. Not the looks we choose to wear.