I wanna share some experience with you guys:
I left my mother’s house wearing shorts and a zip-up shirt, unzipped almost halfway down my chest, to go meet my boyfriend. When he saw me, he asked, “What’s this? That’s way too open.”
Then he zipped it all the way up to my neck, as if he didn’t want to share the view he has of me with anyone else on the street. Maybe it was jealousy.
I can understand that he doesn’t want me to show off too much, but that day I did it on purpose. I was trying to normalize something that, for years, has been a stigma for me. We see so many men with perfectly smooth skin that having body hair starts to feel wrong, disgusting, unhygienic, or something people will judge you for. But in reality, it’s simply part of being a man.
It’s been more than ten to twenty years since my family last saw me without a shirt. I’ve always hidden my body because I compared myself to my brother and my cousins — all of them practically hairless. I, on the other hand, was the “lucky one” to end up with a carpet covering my body. That made me see myself as different, out of place, and so I kept hiding more and more.
It’s awful not being able to feel comfortable in your own skin.
Feel free to give your opinion.
I left my mother’s house wearing shorts and a zip-up shirt, unzipped almost halfway down my chest, to go meet my boyfriend. When he saw me, he asked, “What’s this? That’s way too open.”
Then he zipped it all the way up to my neck, as if he didn’t want to share the view he has of me with anyone else on the street. Maybe it was jealousy.
I can understand that he doesn’t want me to show off too much, but that day I did it on purpose. I was trying to normalize something that, for years, has been a stigma for me. We see so many men with perfectly smooth skin that having body hair starts to feel wrong, disgusting, unhygienic, or something people will judge you for. But in reality, it’s simply part of being a man.
It’s been more than ten to twenty years since my family last saw me without a shirt. I’ve always hidden my body because I compared myself to my brother and my cousins — all of them practically hairless. I, on the other hand, was the “lucky one” to end up with a carpet covering my body. That made me see myself as different, out of place, and so I kept hiding more and more.
It’s awful not being able to feel comfortable in your own skin.
Feel free to give your opinion.