Story 527

When I was 14 I went cycling with my parents. I have dark hair and my body was always quite hairy. When we stopped for ice-cream and were sitting on the curb my mom looked down at my legs and said "you should start shaving. Dad doesn't like that much hair”. I have never gotten over that and at 34 I am shaving every bit of it I can out of fear of the shame of someone seeing the hair growing on my arms, legs, toes, upper lip.