Ya know… Hair is a mystery to me. It can be thick, thin, long, course, wirey. All of which, I loathe. I’ve only just accepted my leg hair and armpit hair. I don’t think I’ll ever get to the point of accepting everything else.
Leg hair. Facial hair. Armpit hair. Nipple hair. Chest hair. Back hair. Arm hair. Head hair. Blah blah blah.
It grows when, how, and where it wants. And tbh, it pisses me the fuck off.
I’ve tried the whole “love yourself” and “accepting you for you” shit. I really have. I’ve tried so fucking hard. I just… Can’t.
Not yet, at least.
Most of my friends and family have no idea that I have PCOS. I don’t like to talk about it.
Over the years, I’ve heard some really cruel and demeaning things come out of their mouths. Every time something like that comes out of their mouth I shut down more and more. Most of it isn’t even towards me… But it applies to me. And it hurts. A lot.
Having PCOS is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through in my entire 22 years of existence. It’s a struggle to get out of bed every day and look at the body the Universe gave to me.
But… Here we are. 🙃🙃🙃