Toby“It’s like you’re doing the seventies, but in 2013,” my friend said, laughing as I posed in our Istanbul bedroom to display the luxurious dark hair flowing from my underarms.
I twirled a strand thoughtfully. “They had a good thing going there.”
I decided to stop shaving while studying abroad in Nepal in the fall of 2012. My reasoning? Standards of modesty demanded that I cover my arms at all times, so no one would have to confront the increasingly impressive tufts of hair beneath them, including me.
I assumed I would begin shaving again as soon as I arrived at the beaches of southern India.
And then, I changed my mind.
I tossed my razor and let it grow for the remainder of my yearlong journey through Asia and Europe.
Why?
Let’s begin with why not?
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