I still have recurring nightmares about it. I’ll be out and about and the sun would catch my legs, and I could hear people start tittering and giggling. I’ll look down and instead of being naked or something, I’d be wearing shorts with my legs would bare for everyone to see- they’d be hairy and scarred and people would straight out point and laugh and try and hurt me until I wake up drenched in sweat.
My confidence is crippled by my scarred, scaly pins, it sounds really trivial but I’ve been bothered for as long as I can remember, and the fear of what they look like was leaking into my dreamstate.
I am sick of being terrified because of my dreams. So I went out with no tights on, unshaven & with no fucks to give; the first time I’ve ever left the house in all my hirsute glory ever.
And it felt rad. Body acceptance 2k12.