My daughter is hairy.
There, I said it.
She’s like a monkey. And it’s super dark. Especially against her alabaster skin. It’s very…shall we say…noticeable.
Now that she’s 10, I thought it was time.
Time to shave.
ACK!!! I was freaked out by the prospect, but if she was a “typical” girl, she would be shaving by now, so why not? If she was “typical”, I would never let her walk around wearing shorts or a skirt with those hairy, hairy legs. There was no way she could wear shorts this summer or a bathing suit without shaving.
So we did it.
First, I waxed them. I know that sounds mean, but she has a super high pain tolerance. She giggled while I ripped the hair out of her legs. I’m not lying. Giggled. Then she took a bath and I shaved them with a dull razor.
She did so great!!! She thought it was so cool and laughed the whole time. Afterwards, I made a big deal of putting lotion on them and talking about how smooth they were. She was giddy. We called Grandma to tell her all about it.
She felt like a big girl.
Part of me thinks it’s awesome. My little girl is really growing up. Part of me is completely freaked out. My little girl is growing up. It felt like just yesterday I was worrying about shaving her legs and now it’s here.
She’s really growing up.
Now my next question is…when do you think I can wax her eyebrows?