I used to hate my body, the hair on my body, my cultural roots and smells. I would wax, shave, and pluck everything away; I’d mask my natural scent to hide where I came from and hide all my tells. But you know what? I’m tired of hiding. I have hair on nearly every inch of my imperfectly perfect body. I have hair on my back, my beautiful belly, my legs, my face, my neck, my arms and hands. I have hairy armpits, and bushy eyebrows that connect in the center, and even have lovely little tufts on my knuckles and toes and hair that creeps up along my feet like decorative jewelry that grows. I love all my hair. I have scars all over the place; on my eyebrow, and the corner of my lip where I once took a blow from a sword to the face. I have a scar on my scalp, one on my left breast, and a large one across my lower belly from surgeries I’ve had in the past. I love all my scars. I have beautiful zebra stripes on both my butt cheeks other people like to call stretch marks. I love all my stripes. I smell like spice from the Far East — like peppercorn, curry, and coriander. I love all my smells. I love the ugly, the broken, the hairy, the stank. Shadowy, morbid, or rank. Show me your broken, your dark, it’s fine. I’ll love it all along with mine. 🖤 .
#howcaniloveyouifidontloveme #lovethedarkness #loveyourselffirst #armpithair #scarsarebeautiful #persian #imperfections
(totally in love with @benhopper
photos of women with armpit hair and hairy legs!! 💜🙋🏻♀️ so inspired!)