Shaving my pussy doesn’t make me less of a feminist

I’m a feminist. If you have spent even a fraction of time on my blog, you know this already. A few years ago, I mentioned to my husband that I’m a feminist and he expressed his disbelief. “No, you’re not. You don’t hate men, and you shave.” As if that is the criteria for being a feminist.

I love shaving my pussy (and underarms and legs). I don’t think body hair in unhygienic. If you want to grow a luscious bush, go for it! I don’t think it looks bad, nor am I repulsed if I see a woman with a bush when watching porn. But I prefer to be clean-shaving. It helps that my husband loves it too.

I can be a little susceptible to public opinion. Not too long ago, a lot of people on Twitter were posting things in favour of not shaving. Every day I would see arguments against shaving on my timeline and those messages kind of got to me. I felt like I shouldn’t really be shaving if I was a real feminist. After all, men convinced us that we look better without hair, so shaving would mean giving in to the patriarchy. I didn’t want to do that!

So every time I shaved (which I didn’t stop loving), I felt like I was failing as a feminist a little bit. That somehow I only liked being clean-shaven because society had conditioned me to think so. I made a concession: I’d only shave every now and then. Most of the time I’d just let my hair grow and then once in a while I’d shave it all off.

I wasn’t really happy with this arrangement. I was only smooth for a few days before stubble would grow again and I’d stop feeling sexy. Letting my hair grow out also meant that when I did finally shave, it was much harder. After all, shaving stubble takes a few minutes, whereas shaving hair takes a bit more care. So I started to hate doing it and would just shave my armpits and sometimes my legs, leaving my pussy. But at the same time, I also disliked having a hairy pussy, so I started feeling less and less sexy.

Shaving doesn’t make me less of a feminist. Being a feminist means that you support women making choices about their own bodies. It doesn’t mean policing what women can do with or to their bodies. You can be a feminist and dress up in short skirts, tight shirts and high heels. You can be a feminist while wearing full make-up. You can be a feminist if you meticulously keep your armpits, legs and pussy completely smooth all the time. Being a feminist means having choices and supporting women who make different choices to you.

It’s not what you do, it’s why you do it. I don’t shave my armpits, legs and pussy because my husband tells me so. Or because society demands it of me. Or because I think that’s the only way I’ll be seen as a sexy woman. I shave because it makes me feel better. I feel sexy when I run my fingers along my smooth pussy lips. I love it when my legs are devoid of hair. I feel more confident when my armpits are hair-free. When I shave, I do it for me. I do it because it makes me feel better. The fact that my husband loves it, is just an added benefit.

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