For a few hours after being waxed, skin feels like what it really is - rubber stretched over and folded up to make your body, keep all your organs inside. There's a weird detachment in touching and poking smooth, hairless skin, and for a moment you're aware - this is not how it should be.
I've been unselfconscious enough for the past few months to walk around hairy. I can say this time it was a choice, to put my skin through trauma and myself through an hour of silent self-beration.
A year or so ago, I didn't see the same person when I stood naked in front of the mirror. Funny how things change. Funny what love does. People jump continents and people burn villages for it. Funny what love is.
I've been unselfconscious enough for the past few months to walk around hairy. I can say this time it was a choice, to put my skin through trauma and myself through an hour of silent self-beration.
A year or so ago, I didn't see the same person when I stood naked in front of the mirror. Funny how things change. Funny what love does. People jump continents and people burn villages for it. Funny what love is.
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