This might sound like a strange post. It’s not on my usual topic of house/party/craft-ing, but this is one of the things that has been on my mind lately.
There’s a lot of key facts you need to know going into this story.
- I’m Italian.
- I’m a hypochondriac.
- My legs hate me.
Two weeks ago I developed a lovely case of what we determined to be poison ivy. I live in Philadelphia, how did I get poison ivy? Anyway. My legs didn’t like that very much. Around that same time, I used a dull razor on my legs. You’re apparently not supposed to do that.
With this combination, I haven’t been able to shave my legs for over a week now. A whole week without leg shaving for an Italian is just ridiculous. My legs must now be covered at all times.
The worst part of this, is my legs would probably be covered 70% of the time anyway, but now that they have to be covered, I notice it. And I don’t like it. I don’t feel sexy. It’s affecting my confidence. It’s affecting my wanting to leave my house. It’s affecting my ability to smile at a cute boy across the room.
I don’t think it’s affected my work yet. I also don’t think it’s affected my blog. (Thank you all, for not judging me by the condition of my legs.)
Today I woke up, put on leggins and a cute sweater dress and I felt a little bit better.
I’m hoping I get to shave my legs soon.