So, if you've ever actually met me, you're well aware that I'm one sasquatch of a lady! I just can't stand the waste of time that shaving off all of my body hair constitutes. It just seems ridiculous to me that looking like a twelve year old is considered the epitome of attractiveness, and I simply want no part of it! This drives my grandmother up the wall, disturbs my uncle and confuses my cousins to no end...and that's just my own family. Now, as I may have mentioned before, here in the SK, it really seems that people have some serious staring problems. If I knew how to say "take a picture it'll last longer!" in Korean, I'd be all over that! Seriously, in Canada someone would have to look REALLY weird for you to get your stare on. Canadians all look pretty different, y'know? We're all different colours and we've all got different coloured hair and that's pretty much how it goes down in the Canadia, but here in the SK...well...basically, it's one of the most homogeneous cultures in the world (seriously people, google that up! I'm not just blathering on here...I'm fairly certain we actually read that somewhere when we were preparing to boogie on over this'a way) That means that if you're not Korean, you are fair game for some serious gawking. It bothers me less now than it did when we first got here and I was on a mission to learn how to say "Oh my gawd, my eyes!" in Korean so that I could touch my face when someone started ogling my noggin and act like I didn't actually know that I wasn't Korean until that moment...I mean, I notice a bit less now, but earlier on, it was really giving me the wiggins! I was pretty much willing to do anything I could to avoid the constant, blatant and, quite frankly, slightly rude, staring. I mean, I'm always gonna be a big girl, so that's not exactly something I could do anything about, and that is something that makes me stand out in any crowd...but I felt like I had to do something, ANYTHING to be just a little bit less...erm...visible (?). Sadly, that something led to the demise of my lovely fuzzy, furry legs...*tear*.Let us join here today to mourn their (temporary *crosses fingers*) passing.
Oh fuzzy legs! How I love you, you and your soft soft lady-hairs. You were always so efficient in horrifying all but the most radical of my friends, of making everyone wonder what the heck I was up to now. The confusion you engendered was always so wonderful...it was as though people thought I'd somehow procured hair from somewhere and stuck it on with glue. As though it didn't just grow there on its own. I didn't want to fight you...I just wanted to love you and stroke you like a lovely, soft little pet! You always felt so interesting blowing in the breeze and flooping through the water when I swam. I will miss you, leg hair, and all of your wonderous qualities. One day we will be together again.
(You can all think this is insane as much as you want, but when I shaved off my 3 years worth of fuzz last month, Bryan can attest to the fact that I actually cried...4 times...)
