On growing older and enjoying the end results

When I was thirteen I started shaving my arms because I read in an article that models did so that their skin looked smoother. I had been shaving my arms (and the rest of my entire body) ever since, until recently when I decided to let my body be as natural as it could be and stopped shaving other than my armpits and occasionally my legs. It’s been about a month since I decided to do that and tonight as I was shaving I just didn’t stop. I have no idea why I threw away a month of a growth that had almost become a spiritual experience for me, but I didn’t even realize that I was doing until I had half way finished with one of my arms.

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