What better way to start this blog than by admitting I have man hairs? (Sometimes I really question my lack of a filter online.) Don’t worry though, I’m writing this post for a good reason: 1) it makes me laugh, especially when resulting in situations like the image above and 2) to let any other women out there who are traumatized by their man hairs know that they are definitely not alone.
So wait, what do you mean by “man hairs”?
Well, I don’t have man hairs in that I was born a man or anything of that sort. I’m just a woman who was blessed with very hairy genes from her father’s side of the family and as a result I have hair in many places that aren’t deemed desirable for a young woman. Apart from the typical leg and armpit hair, I have to battle my body’s attempts at a unibrow, a mustache, one long colorless jaw hair that randomly grows three inches overnight, three or four dark chest hairs, and, most recently, nipple hairs. Yup, all the hair in all the places.
Luckily, I’m not as bothered by my facial hair as I was when I was younger. Sure, I still get moody when people point it out to me – thanks ten-year-old nephew for loudly exclaiming “I didn’t know girls could grow mustaches!” while standing with me in a long line at a water park last summer – but generally speaking I’m aware of my hairiness and I accept that it’s apart of who I am (though I do still use my arsenal of tweezers, bleaches, and razors to try to keep it all under control).
But wait, how can you laugh about your man hairs?
Well, how can you not? Life is unbearable if you don’t learn to laugh at yourself. Though I may find myself mortified at times thanks to my unnatural hairiness, it usually leads to experiences that are quite funny in retrospect. Take, for instance, the last time I had a romantic date with my fiancé,
The last time I visited Dave, we spent a week in Cornwall where we found this lovely American-style restaurant that we ate at multiple times. It was in a basement and had romantic candle lighting and was generally empty, so oftentimes when we ate there it felt like a lovely dinner just for the two of us.
During this one specific visit though, we were sitting across from each other and looking in each other’s eyes, enjoying the romantic and intimate vibes, when Dave reached over and ruined the mood by attempting to remove a man hair sticking up out of my shirt.
From Dave’s point of view, it looked like just a stray string that came loose from my shirt that he could easily remove (and that would’ve been lovely if it that were the case). Instead my eyes followed his hand and I internally cringed as I watched him pull the black string AND REALIZE IT WAS ATTACHED TO MY SKIN! Oh readers, if only you could’ve seen his face.
I quickly hit his hand away and cried from embarrassment, but apart from that momentary embarrassment it was mostly okay. I’ve always been pretty upfront about my man hairs so it’s not like it was some kind of deal-breaking moment in our relationship. It was just slightly mortifying in the moment… and now I find it hilarious.
So yes, being a woman with man hairs can lead to some not-so-fun encounters in the moment, and it definitely takes a bit of work to keep on top of if man hairs aren’t your thing, but looking back at laughing at yourself and accepting that this is a part of who you are makes it all a little more worth it. (Or at least, that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself until I figure out a way to swap my dad’s hairy genes for my mom’s.)
Okay, your turn! Does anyone else relate to my man hair woes? Please tell me I’m not alone! I mean, obviously you don’t HAVE to share because I realize other people on the internet have standards, but if you do have a similar story you want to tell or just share your pity for my hairiness, I’ll gladly read and respond.