12/11/2025
These are my legs.
I’m going for a massage today, with the excellent RK Soft Tissue Massage …. And do you know what? I can’t hold back the niggly thought popping into my head, over and over… “I really ought to shave my legs”. It’s a deep-buried, long-standing notion of ‘ought’. My legs ought not to be hairy. I ought to apologise when they are. “Sorry about my hairy legs”. How many times have I said that in my life? And you?
Rebecca could give 2 sh*ts if I rock up with hairy legs. And I shouldn’t. But it’s buried deep within me. An embarrassment. A shame. I won’t shave them today. But I wonder if I can go through the whole session without cracking a joke about it, to ease my discomfort at being so disgusting as to have hairy legs.
Does a man go through this? Genuine question.
What did you see first? My legs? Legs that have carried me through 2 marathons, a half marathon and a 14 mile Tough Mudder. Legs that carried my big beautiful baby body for 9 months. Legs that have taken me across the globe and back again many times over? Legs that lift weights 3 times every week. Strong, not-so-pretty-but-capable legs. I’m lucky to have them. They do me proud.
Or did you see the hairs? Maybe went “oh dear….someone needs a shave”… maybe you didn’t. I hope you didn’t. But, if I’m truly honest, as much as I try not to care. I do. I hide them. I’m working on not hiding them. My 9 year old, beautiful, daughter has already asked about the hairs on her legs. One day, after school. Said she wishes she didn’t have dark hair that could be seen. Where did that come from? How are we STILL seeding this idea in girls heads? Maybe next summer, I’ll ’wear the goddamn shorts’ WITH my hairy, gorgeous, lucky to be here legs 😍🦵