Reimagined Teen Angst.

Girl talk. I want you to understand why I stopped shaving under my arms. For forever, I’ve noticed a little jolt every time I saw a picture of a girl with unruly hair peeking out from under a shirt—I wanted some of that f*ck everyone else energy. But I always worried underarm hair might be kind of like eyebrows, where if you overpluck them like everyone did as teens in the ‘90s they never really grow back. After going for what seemed like long times before without shaving, I would only end up with what I’d describe as stubble. One of the perks of seeing no one this year, though, is it’s given me the time I needed to grow my underarm hair. To cultivate it. And oh yes, it has come in curly and lush and luxurious—just in time for me to start shaving again for summer.