Transparently Shallow Tuesday...

I was in the shower today, fighting the urge to double wash myself (really, this is a story for another day) by noting how much I was in need of shaving - both armpits and legs. 

I got to thinking, why do I shave?

I mean, I was made to grow hair in certain places.  Why is it the social standard that I shave my legs and my armpits?

Who hasn't had a day that you wanted to wear a tanktop without worrying that a chinchilla has taken residence under your arm?  Or wearing shorts/capris without worrying that your child will pet your leg, mistaking it for the cat?

I was 10 the last time I was able to don clothing without this worry.

So, here I am in the shower, hoping the razor isn't too dull to use.  Of course, I ran out of shave gel, after shaving one leg.  Where the hell is my husband when I need him?

I get out of the shower, dripping, trying not to kill myself by falling on my tile floors to get the extra shower gel under the sink.

Back in the shower, wondering why in all holy hell do I have to shave?  I am a married woman and am not trying to attract anyone.  I mean really, WHO CARES?

Yep - it's me.  I am a fat married getting older woman with freckles.  The least I can do to remain feeling attractive is to shave the prickly little hairs off my legs and armpits.
I don't think I can afford NOT to shave.