With peak bikini season just a cute inexpensiv elingerie couple of months away, many concerns that I’d begun to let go of during the winter have creeped up again. I’m not worried about showing off my glorious stretch marks or my belly fat. My concerns lie further south. I’ve been rocking a full bush since high school, when my pubes grew out enough to flaunt a generous head of hair down there — an aesthetic that I’ve always found appealing. But as I grew older and more jaded, I quickly discovered that not everyone thought my pubic hair was pretty and, in some circles, I was pretty much the designated weirdo for having a “the hairier, the better” outlook.
I love my bush very much, and take great in pride in it in the bedroom as well as when admiring my nude form in the mirror. My thick, dark and curly pubes generally make me feel incredibly sexy. That is, until I’m in a bathing suit.
My bikini line is anything but tame, much like the rest of my body hair. Most people around me have been able to silently accept my fuzzy pits and legs (even my more conservative parents don’t bother me about it anymore). However, when it comes to my bikini line, spectator opinions seem to endlessly rain down upon me, many in the interest of allegedly “saving my dignity” or reputation.
Of course, nothing about my pubic hair should make me feel less dignified or comfortable in my own skin. And overall, I feel pretty confident as a hairy human. Yet somehow, come bikini time, my pubes are framed by loved ones and strangers alike as something that should be a source of embarrassment. Some folks have even expressed offense over my fuzzy appearance, for reasons that were never fully articulated to me beyond the words “disturbing” or “inappropriate.”
Members of my family have described the look as “messy,” and indicative of poor hygiene. And as the person in my shared campus apartment with the most generously bushy bikini line, I’m the only one who earns negative feedback for walking around in my underwear.
In comparison to areas generally considered less sexual, like my legs or underarms, my pubic hair is most highly criticized. Nudity, especially regarding feminine bodies, is still highly stigmatized in contemporary culture. And for that reason, it’s as though the hair on my groin is never allowed to go undiscussed.
The disapproval of others cute inexpensiv elingerie surrounding the way I maintain my bikini line is palpable to me when in public, at the beach, and even in my own house. At times, I subsequently feel inclined to cover it up. I love my pubes, but I’d rather not have to blush quite as much at the beach, dodging the glances of judgmental people peeping at my bikini area with so much concern on their faces that you’d think a small animal might have climbed into my bottoms.