Many women are self-conscious about hair on their legs, arms and face, as if it is considered masculine. Hair is gender blind, people –– we all have it. Love your face as it is, ladies. Love the uniqueness of your individual feminine bodies.

A pervasive beauty ideal for women still exists.


It’s one that is often out of reach for real women in the real world. Think Barbie. Think magazine models. Think unrealistic expectations.


This beauty standard is not just about attaining an hourglass figure or dressing in the latest fashions, but also about coloring, plucking, waxing and shaving hair.


Many women are self-conscious about hair on their legs, arms and face, as if it is considered masculine. Hair is gender blind, people. We all have it.


Some of us, like myself, have more than others.


I must have some kind of hairy animal in my ancestry.


As a child, I was aware of my fuzzy arms. I think my sister shaved my legs when I was 10 because they were hairier than the boys’ legs.


I made it 40 years without altering any fuzz on my upper lip or eyebrows.


It was the feminist in me that wanted to appreciate the authenticity of my face.


It was also the feminist in me that gave in to the temptation of waxing my “mustache” recently.


“Ouch” is an understatement. The next day the area was swollen and bright pink with red dots. Lovely.


For me, it was karma for trying to fit in to the beauty ideal.


I thought about joining the suntan brigade and getting my first tan as an adult. With my record at assimilating gracefully into the beauty pool, I anticipated sunburn and sunstroke and every other negative sun reaction.


I only do these things so you don’t have to.


Love your face as it is, ladies. Love the uniqueness of your individual feminine bodies.


My eyebrows will remain unaltered, even if they resemble fluffy caterpillars.


Dianne McDonald lives in Marshfield with her husband and five kids.