A few days ago I thought I felt stubble on my legs. Not wanting to lapse into a coma of wishful thinking, I let it go....for probably 5 minutes before I felt again and wasn't so sure.
Well, today I could successfully run a stocking up my leg and cause snags. Not much of a cause for celebration amongst most women but for me it was worthy of shaking up a champagne bottle and spraying the pit crew.
Everyone says that your hair will grow back, and a few select morons suggest that it might grow back curly. (Why would I want it to grow back curly? I don't know what to do with curly. I just want my regular hair back), but there is always that irrational fear that it doesn't.
Well whoo the fucking hoo all over me because I have stubble baby !!!
I might mention a mole on my chin that used to sprout an occasional hair, and the fact that the occasional hair has become not so occasional......but that would make me seem decidedly unattractive,,,so I won't mention it. Show me a cancer survivor who wants to appear unattractive and I will show you a clown who wants to sit alone in the back seat of a stretch limo.
I am currently, and perhaps obsessively feeling for eyelashes and I think I actually detect a slight flurry of activity. I will check again in 5 minutes, but pit crew.....stand back, we could be going for a bucket of Gator Aid.
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