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Why all women should grow a beard at least once.

She realised she’s been removing her hair since it first started growing so…

 

I was sitting in the shower and I looked down at my vagina. I looked down and I saw in that moment what it had become.

My vagina was now a beard.

Three months ago I came to the realisation that since the first hairs had sprouted in my vaginal region, I had been removing them. I was shocked. Was I really so disgusted by hair that I had no idea what my vagina should look like au naturale? So I did what any other twenty-something chick would do, and I asked my girl-friends: When was the last time you left your vaginas to grow wild? The answer was a resounding, never (with one exception who proudly stated she only trimmed and “ain’t no man ever gonna dictate her pussy”).

Are the majority of us really so brainwashed by men’s opinions and the media, with their idea that hairlessness equates to beauty, that we don’t even know what our bodies should look like in their natural form? And if so should I, as a self-proclaimed feminist, boycott my hair removal?

Laura Cordero

Pubic hair removal has been practised by many ancient civilisations through the centuries. There is proof that the Egyptians and the Ancient Greeks valued hair removal; they plucked away, created homemade depilatory creams, and fashioned razors from rocks. In our culture the rise in the removal of women’s pubic hair has been mostly attributed to changing fashions and higher cut bikinis. There is a marked difference in how women presented in Playboy in the 70’s, to how they do today.

The growth of pubic hair was once viewed as a rite of passage into adulthood, but today this is now inextricably associated to the removal of said hair. Research by an undergrad student in the US who won the prestigious Chancellor’s Award for Excellence found that, not only were men dictating women’s preferences, but that for young women it was also a bonding experience.

At the tender age of 13, I remember the overwhelming pressure to rid my body of hair. In high school it felt like everyone was shaving, waxing and overzealously plucking. Girls would mock other girls for having moustaches or sideburns. Boys would talk about how nice smooth legs felt, and then later on they would talk about girls they had fingered being hairy and how disgusting it was. As a teenager you will do just about anything to fit in; even if it means shaving cuts and rashes due to stealing your Mum’s old, blunt razor. Or plucking your eyebrows within an inch of their life until all you have left are two misshapen, skinny, upside-down Nike ticks above your eyes.

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So I grew my bush. I grew it for three months. It got long and curly and I felt liberated. I proudly told anyone who was listening that I was going wild. I was making a feminist statement. No longer would I let the mainstream media define my ideal of beauty. I was going against the grain, going against the trend. No longer would I subject my body to the deadly razor or molten hot wax. I was now pro-bush.

The removal of body hair is now considered to be a rite of passage into adulthood.

And then, three months in, I noticed bits of balled up toilet paper in my bum. That tickle on my upper thighs was getting irritating. I no longer wore my favourite pair of mesh undies around the house because my hairs would poke out of them and my housemates would recoil in disgust. I realised that I wasn’t ready to accept the bush. My bush had turned into an untamed and unkempt monster. A monster that was more hassle and burden than it was successful feminist statement.

So I sat down in that shower and I shaved. I may have failed in my mission but the whole point of feminism is that you have the choice at all. You, as a woman, have a choice over what you do with your body. And sure, that choice may be influenced by the people around you. And that choice may be shaped unknowingly by the mainstream media. But as long as you can proudly state that you’ve given it a shot, yet preferred to go sans bush, then you can be confident that you are making the correct decision for yourself, on your own terms, and no one else’s.

Always keen to avoid the pitfalls of a 9 – 5, Laura is instead living the dream of being a perpetual student. When she’s not ranting and raving in bars about feminism, Tony Abbott, and the overused and wildly inappropriate use of your instead of you’re, you’ll find her rambling more on her blog, Circa 2007, and The Big Smoke. You can find her on Twitter here and on Instagram here.

So where do you sit on this one? Do you wax? Shave? Neither?

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