There's this thing that has happened to me, which I think happens to most women approaching ermmm fifties—I have simply stopped giving a flying Fuck what anyone thinks of me.
Except that I still have a large dose of vanity hanging on from my late thirties.
Soooo, it's more like, I don't care what anyone thinks of me as long as they think I'm hot and awesome.
But, if they want to be judgey then I don't care what they think.
That makes sense, right?
So, I have body hair that has to be managed.
Namely;-
My *privates* as previously mentioned.
Then my lip hair has to be waxed and I have some hair on my big toe knuckle.
Yuck and (softly so no one hears )starting to grow some damn *beard*!!!!!
Damn, how come???
I know I am NOT that butchy!!!!!!
This has been on my to-do list for a week and if I don't do it soon I'm going to have to start stroking it(the hair) thoughtfully when I'm considering important things… things like...
How I need to wax my lip and chin.
It only takes like five minutes.
I could have done it five times over by the time I finish typing this.
But, I still procrastinate like it takes hours of effort.
Like it's dishes or laundry or vacuuming or something.
At least those things make sense to procrastinate.
But, as a vain late-fifty(ish)-lady, it makes no sense to procrastinate facial/toe/pubic hair removal.
But since I don't care what you think.
I have no problem telling you I have a mustache and starting in on a beard… as long as you don't look at it.
Are you looking???? DAMN....go away!!!!
Let me go heat up the wax....
