It’s been four months since I threw out my razor. I hate how my legs feel when they are unshaven. I very much dislike how they look when the sun hits them while riding my Vespa. Still, I commit to not shaving them until the end of the year.
In challenging myself on how I view beauty, I have balanced my unshaven legs with this:
My hands look way older than the 31 years they are; but, they are mine and the nail polish is dope.