I wish that didn’t seem like a newsworthy statement, wish that it hadn’t been a topic of mental debate for the last several weeks (ok, maybe longer). I stopped shaving my legs around 2007 and stopped feeling any self-consciousness about them around town a couple of years later. But I’ve always carved out work as different somehow. I told myself it was a professional office, that I needed to conform to the norms of office dress. But bare legs are everywhere in the office in the summer. Except for me – I wear skirts and tights all through the cooler months but trade them in for linen pants come summer. In reality, my hairy legs don’t stand out as unusual around town, or in most circles I find myself in. But they sure do in my work life.
Recently, I’ve been feeling more caught than ever… I didn’t want to stand out even more at the office, but I also didn’t feel comfortable hiding under long pants. Never mind that my summer wardrobe is all built around my favorite skirts. I kept finding excuses to kick it down the road… until this morning. I went to get dressed and just thought, “it’s supposed to be 86 degrees today, I’m wearing a skirt”. It literally wasn’t until almost two hours later when I was on the ferry that I thought, “I guess I’m taking my bare legs to the office today.” In the end, practicality wins. Of course.
Newsflash: no one cares about my hairy legs, even at the office.