because no one tole me what to shave with. no one told me not to cake my legs with nair every week. no one told me not to use it on my upper lip. no one told me not to use those tiny scissors towards my peach no one told me not to thread, not to wax, not to pick at.
my mom did.
but no one told me to rub my brown fingers along my garden and smile. no one told me to let it grow and fertilize.
no one told me i was fine.
but then i realized.
now i have strawberry legs.
