A Rediscovered Pleasure

I'd forgotten how awesome it feels to wear pants over shaved legs!

I've been wearing capris all summer, even to work sometimes, and I didn't realize that you could see my unshaven legs. Like, duh. Of course you could. There's a whole six inches of hairy skin sticking out of the bottom of my capris!

For some reason it just didn't cross my mind that my short pants were revealing more than I wanted them to.

Until I looked down while I was walking the halls at work yesterday and the light was shining just so through a window and I SAW MY LEG HAIR in all it's visible glory.

I HATE shaving my legs. I'm not young and flexible like I used to be. I don't have a fancy bench in my shower to sit and shave on. And if I bend over I can't breathe properly.

In order to shave, I have to throw my leg up in the air and hope my foot lands against the shower wall between tummy and shoulder height. If that's accomplished, I then have to stand there, balancing precariously and hoping my other foot doesn't slip in the soap.

It's exhausting, so I don't shave very often. Actually, since my legs are too fat to wear shorts, I pretty much only shave when we go to Brasil. Once a year.

I thought I was getting away with it, but obviously not, as my foray into the sunlight proved. No more hippy denial for me!

This morning I attacked my legs with a vengeance. I was huffing and puffing by the time I was done, but I emerged hair free!

And oh my word, I had totally forgotten how amazing it feels to slip freshly shaved legs into a pair of pants! It's almost orgasmic.! I couldn't stop strutting around my room, making my pants brush against my legs because it felt SO GOOD.

I might even go and buy some silk pajamas.

I'll definitely be shaving my legs for the rest of the summer. And maybe even in winter, too. All the exerted energy and precarious balancing are worth that amazing oh so smooth feeling.