The girl with the red beard

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The Girl with the Red Beard

Let me tell you the story of the girl with the red beard. Only I can tell it, because the girl was me.

It begins when I was still in junior high, and the puberty fairy, perhaps as apology for sending me the wrong hormones, testosterone instead of estrogen, decided to give me a large dose as if saying it might not be the right one, but at least you now have a lot of it.

The one part of the arrival of puberty that was at least interesting, if not pleasant, was the fact that when my facial hair came in, it came in a fire engine red, a sharp contrast to the hair on my head, which was so blonde it was almost white.

And because of that contrast, I decided to embrace the beard.

By letting it grow, I was telling the world that if they wanted to make me an outcast, I would wear the label with pride.

Eventually, my anger ran out, and the dysphoria kicked in, and I shaved it off.

It never came back red again, instead it came back a shade of blonde only slightly darker than the hair on my head.

So since then, shaving has always been a lose-lose proposition. Shaving causes dysphoria, but having facial hair also causes dysphoria.

And how much facial hair I have is probably a pretty good indicator of how depressed I am at that moment, since I need a minimum amount of energy to face that dilemma.

Such is life.

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Joy

Daphne Xu's picture

"it might not be the right one, but at least you now have a lot of it." A yes, the joy of sarcasm.

"The Lady with the Red Beard" sounds like a nice title. (I admit, I blanked on the story title when I wrote this.)

I hope that your depression clears up.

-- Daphne Xu (a page of contents)

thanks, Daphne

huggles!

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Budget 'mones

Emma Anne Tate's picture

Yeah, I get this. All the hormones you could possibly want, just not the ones you want. It's a bit like a Motel 6 Buffet -- they promise "All You Can Eat," but serve up stuff you can't stomach.

Emma

yep. such is life.

thanks for commenting, Emma. Huggles!

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I Tried Laser

joannebarbarella's picture

To get rid of mine, but as it was a dirty grey that didn't work. Luckily (in a way) I only have to shave about once every four days, but even so, I hate having to do it.

We'll suffer together, Dot!

huggles, Joanne

the things we girls put up with ...

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Puberty fairy

Your puberty fairy looks more like a puberty witch to me.

Shaving is never fun.

Rose's picture

Actually, I have a high tolerance for pain, so waxing is the best bet for me. I just hate not being able to wear makeup for a day afterward.

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Hugs!
Rosemary

I gave up on makeup

never could master it.

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