A year or so ago, I wrote a piece for the LA Times about the little pleasures of showing chest hair. I had just started embracing the fact that I have a gray bird’s nest on the top of my body so thick, Indiana Jones would need a machete to find his way out. It was liberating to not have to be embarrassed about something I have no control over. Don’t shave it. Don’t wax it. Just own it.
Really enjoyed this read! I won't lie, what drew me to it was the title, but I got so much more! Thank you for sharing!