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I used to do that. I had quite light hair on my thigh area and not much of it. So I'd get rid of the lower leg hair and leave the rest.
Then I had a childish boyfriend who decided to tell me, playfully, that he didn't like it. He was looking at my legs and then he took out his lighter and in jest passed it over my fine hairs on my thighs. I of course shooed him off and he laughed. I think he thought he was very clever. Of course, I was only 17.
Soon enough, I got rid of those hairs. Nowadays, I wish I'd left them there. I still don't have much, but they're not as fine as before. And once you start, you just can't see them there - you just get obsessed - I guess it's a self-confidence thing.
But I have friends who still have them and I think it looks cute. It's only a fine wispiness over the leg and I think it's kind of sexy...just because it's a more natural kind of beauty.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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