I remember when I was a wee sixth-grader, standing fully-clothed in the bathtub, shaving my skinny little legs for the first time. I spent at least an hour on each leg; the process would’ve been faster if I’d used tweezers. But, beautifying takes time. Besides, teenagers shave their legs. This was another monumental initiation into girl world—preceded by ear-piercing and followed by “glamorizing” with make-up. I was certain that shaving was by far the coolest thing in the whole world. Gosh, I was just so lucky to be a girl!
I use to idolize shaving. Shaving. Which takes extra time getting ready. Which nicks my legs. Which leaves behind razor burn. Which looks and feels like the work of fire ants.
Yes, I'm definitely lucky. With Ginger Spice, I say, "Girl Power!"
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