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Experience of a Hairy Girl

When I was about 10 years old, I got the distinct feeling that the way people-and more specifically, boys–looked at me had changed. Prior to that, the closest I’d gotten to any male attention was when my mother dressed me in a crop top and hot pants at 8 years old, and one of the neighbourhood boys (who were still my buddies) said I dress like a ‘bad girl.’ 1,036 more words


I am 78 years old and have pretty much a head full of hair. Yes, there is a balding spot in the back which I see only when the barber spins me around to look at the back cut, but it is not vast. 144 more words