I've wrestled with myself,constantly, about what I am about to share. Needless to say, it is a very touchy subject for me, but in honor of "No Shave November" I figured, it is what it is. (Who gone check me?) I have to be comfortable in MY skin. So, this post is entitled "Wolverine" for several reasons, but I'll share the two main ones. First being that I NOW find it most amusing, but not so much back in the day when people took liberties with calling me this name, among several others, which is the second reason for the title.
I grow facial hair. There. I said it and it's "out" in the open though , technically, it's always out in the open. I don't grow it because I want to, I don't grow it because I like it, I certainly do not grow it because I am of the male species or because I use to be nor because I intend to be. It wasn't a choice I would have made for myself, but it is here. Having a hormonal imbalance, can do that. It can also make males grow breast, but that's neither here nor there my friends. How was I suppose to know that back then though? How could I have known that in 8th grade it would begin to grow? Or maybe it was always there and I never noticed until I was made, painfully, aware of its presence waaaaaaaay back in the 8th grade.
Ladies and gentleman, cats and dogs, this has been the bane of my existence for so long andddddd I'm over it. I consider this to be one of my deepest darkest secrets, but it's out in the day light now. Feels good to "say" it out loud, to put it out into the atmosphere. To let people know that yes, I am aware of it, and no you don't have to make me aware. Thanks. Oh and here's a "real" shocker, I'm not the only one. Gasps! Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean its not there. Remember that. I've met plenty of females with mustaches, beards, and the like. Or stachee-o's( pronounced Stash-She-O) as my beloved husband would say. It's kinda not a big deal unless you are dealing with idiots most of the time like I did/was/am.
It's so easy to pick up on the so called "imperfections" of others to take the attention away from our own. Sigh. So sad, truly that people kill themselves all the time for stuff like this and less. I won't lie, it was/is definitely a struggle trying to keep the hair off, just to be acceptable to others. Doing everything I could to keep the hair off, except using a razor. I'm just now figuring out how to kinda sorta control it and I'm 28. 14-15yrs, I've been dealing with this thinking that it was more than I can bare when it's really nothing compared to what I COULD be going through. I thank God for his covering because I could have been one to do harm or even kill myself and for what…Insecure people who are dealing with their own lack and intend to make me(you) feel lackluster about myself(yourself)? No thanks. I could easily be negative toward others right now, because I truly have enough ammo, but I won't because I'm cool like that.
Bless the hearts and minds of those who still find great joy in finding and exploiting the flaws of others. I pity you. Really and truly. You'll never experience TRUE joy. SO, in conclusion, while you are busy focusing on someone else's beard, you NEED TO BE taming your own. #everybodywontcatchthat #noShameNovember
