Hello everyone… am an italian super hairy guy living in London. I’m nearly 30 and since i was 14 or so i started noticing my awful hairyness. It compromised my confidence as a teenager…as still does now. Back then i started avoiding going to the beach, doing sport ect. I was different. It was an awful secret and i learn very early the art of “quick fixing” the situation…shaving, plucking, bleaching ect. I just couldn’t keep up though.
With time i only become hairier so in order to avoid the pressure of been asked to go to the beach in summer…i left everything and moved to London when i was 18-19. During that time i waisted an awful lot of money on lasers and tried electrolysis too. I then tried Sugaring until
i realised how impossible was my fight against hairs. In the last couple of years i sort of ignored the problem and finally tried to accept myself and my body. Not an easy task when you are reminded of it everyday. Nowadays what i hate the most is my back, shoulders and upper arms. The hair in the rest of the body is still thick and long but i wear t-shirts and shorts whether it was a no-no just a few years ago.
Luckily I’m not so bad looking so i still managed a few relationships with “understanding” parterns (men) although it’s always tricky when i meet someone new.
Comes summer and my desire to be less hairy comes back.
This summer i managed to go back to Italy for a week and escape on my own to a beautiful beach…making sure nobody was in sight for at least a mile! That is the painful part.
To hide. It has become normal witht the years …to refuse invitations to sexy holidays ect. But i’m still alive afterall. As a teenager the pain was so bad that i tried taking my life away twice. But i held on. I cried and i survived with the illusion that a miracle might happen with time…whether is a magic pill or something else.
I still believe in that something that may happen.
Hope is the major lesson i learnt from my hated hairyness and i apply it to the rest of my life whatever the need.
Although i have lost the determination to solve my hairy problem… few days ago i decided to try a popular Epilator. something i never managed to get before.
When i switched it on i just could not believe how that scary little loud machine was going to be of any help. My heart sunk… i was about to laugh, cry …i don’t know!
However i had the guts to pass the little monster on my shoulders and with some good gymnastic i managed to do my back too. I put loud music on in my room…but i still think my flatmate could hear the weird thing going on in my room. (totally embarassing).
I have to say …apart from the awful pain…that the epilator worked…although now i’m in this funny situation where my upper arm is suddenly smooth… and it not the case to epilate my full arms in this season as people don’t know me as a smooth guy. So it’s all hidden under my t-shirt. In vain. Still last night i felt pretty awful.
What is the point of me doing this to myself al over again?
My partner has been very surprised but supportive…although he finds strange to touch my smooth skin now. Oh well… give it a few days and we’ll both forget about my silky shoulders!
Then in depression, today i found this website and spent most of the day on it…reading about other people with the same problem. I searched desperately for something new i could have missed in the field of Hair removal in the last few years of my life.
mmm…i found soy milk, pumice stones and other interesting posts. I love you all, hairy people of this website. Luckier and unluckier ones. The truly desperate and the truly vain.
The fight continues…
Hairywolf
ps. pardon my poor english