By my seasonal weed whacking of my leg hairs. If it’s too cold for me to bare my legs i am simply not going to shave them I’m just going to wear tights. I leave little whiskers on the backs of my ankles because i nicked myself there once or twice and saw my life flash before my eyes. I read that Taylor Swift shaves her legs every day and I thought wow I could never be her. I bought an epilator once and the pain was so extreme it made me cry and every time I turned it on I felt like I was in SAW.
My mom told me growing up that I didn’t have to do anything with body hair that I didn’t want to. I resented her for not trying to enforce gender norms into me and tried to power through it and shave my armpits for a few years to avoid social ostracism but eventually I gave up. The skin there is so sensitive and I hate the way it feels when the hairs are growing back! I haven’t shaved them in more than ten years. Not in a bold political statement dying my armpit hair blue way! I use Weleda spray deodorant.
I was always jealous of girls I grew up with who had thick hair on their actual arms because i thought it was so beautiful like delicate little feathers.
I pluck my eyebrows hairs into oblivion and I refuse to relinquish control to another to thread or wax them for me it’s my outlet for my neurotic tendencies. I have a single hair that grows on my face now that I’m approaching 30 and I like to see how long it can get before I grow tired of it and pull it out his name is Harry.
I won’t get into anything else but I will say that I read in an Into the Gloss profile years ago that Emma Watson oils her pubes with Fur oil and I think about it all the time
Apr 17, 2024
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Today I paid a stranger $128 to methodically rip out all the hairs off of my legs, arm pits and entire downstairs, including a butt strip. I am what they call a "seasonal client." And while I believe that beauty standards are made up garbage and everyone is entitled to doing whatever they want with their own body, I enjoy waxing in the summer. Not worrying about hair when I'm getting ready to go to the beach only really lasts for about a week. The senesation of having no hair for a week is tippy as hell, and what no one seems to mention is the grow back period.
My hair grows back softer than it would if I shaved, and I feel like some kind of beautiful forest creature. Natural body hair on a woman is actually so feminine and erotic and underrated, and I wish I could let my body be in a natural state in a bikini without being scrutinized by strangers. The public eye is such a bummer right?
May 29, 2025
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this is especially for women and other ppl socialized female who feel they must remove all body hair. but also for men and other people who may feel they aren’t allowed to remove their body hair!! literally none of it matters you should do what you want. grow it all out, wax your legs but not your pits, rock a unibrow but no sideburns, grow a stache and a bush, shave your arms and pluck your brows to be skinny, etc. it‘s natural and it all grows back if u experiment!!!!!!
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
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I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024