One of my favorite pictures of me as a little girl is one where I am sitting on the side of the tub, shaving my legs. I was maybe six years old. I truly look like I am having the time of my life. And I was. I still remember everything about it. I got to use my Mom’s razor. She took the blade out of course, but I didn’t care because I got to shave all by myself. She let me use her shaving cream too. Next to driving a car, I can’t think of anything that made me feel more grown up. As I sat on one side of the tub and stretched my leg as far as it would go, so I could get my foot on the other side of the tub, I was just like Mom. I was glamorous and beautiful, getting ready for an exciting date with my husband. I wanted to shave my legs everyday.
Boy, how time changes everything.
Now, at 50 years of age, I will do just about anything to avoid having to shave my legs. Summer is a little tricky because there are times where you just plain have to do it. Swimming is a big one. You can wear capris or clam diggers to help hide a hairy leg, but swimming? Shaving is your only option. Although, I have gone to the pool, stayed in the pool the entire time, and then jumped out and drove straight home. But all in all, swimming, you have to shave.
Now when fall comes around, this makes going shave free very easy. Pants, long skirts, and tights and you can kiss that razor good bye. I’ll even wear panty hose if it means I can get away without shaving. I guess I should be glad I’m not a guy. They have to shave everyday and there is no hiding their faces with pants, long skirts, and tights.
I think at the age of six, feeling grown up can be fun. I’m 50 years old now, and I prefer to feel like a kid.
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