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1st February 2010

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genderqueer:

seaponies:

fuckyeahbeardedladies:

when i was fifteen i was diagnosed with pcos. up until this point i never wanted to have children and i had been suffering at the hands of an all girls school for beauty standards and grooming cliches. i was told that i would probably become infertile by my thirties, and that i may want to consider getting laser hair removal surgery when i’m older and the hair starts taking over.
from that point i became quite defiant against this diagnosis. i stopped shaving my arm pits at 16 and stopped shaving my legs at 17. by 18 i had decided i definitely wanted children, and now i get clucky whenever i’m near a child. i am goinbg to be 22 this year. when i visit my family they immediately start talking to me about whether or not they can convince me to see a beautician “at least for the mo, noone wants that!” they have given up on the eyebrows and the legs and the neck beard because these things can be covered up and because there has been a rise in fashionability for thick eyebrows. i go through the motions of having long or short hair, when i have short hair i am addressed as “sir” even though i dress in a tomboy-femme fashion that you can tell i have breasts hips and probably a uterus.
when i was diagnosed with pcos i immediately became obsessed with bearded ladies. when i moved away from my home town, there’d be a middle-aged woman who would take the same tram as me home from work who was bearded and always reading some super fierce novel about feminist porn or gertrude stein or some such. once my housemate (lets call her A) took the tram with me and commented on the beareded lady, when we got home i confided in her about my beard-lady love and my pcos and how i want to one day be an amazing strong and beautiful bearded woman. she didn’t say anything. later that evening my other housemates were having a cliche’d self deprecation session talking about all the things they hate about their bodies, getting fed up i said “i like everything about my body and i like everything about all your bodies and i dont see why you guys are on diets all the time” and A immediately blurted out WE’LL SEE WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOURE A FAT INFERTILE BEARDED LADY.
i stole her bike and rode real far away and wrote songs all by myself and promised myself i’d never let anyone think that body hair isn’t totally delicious again.
i am going to be a fucking beautiful and sexy bearded woman and hopefully one day, mother.
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seaponies:

fuckyeahbeardedladies:

when i was fifteen i was diagnosed with pcos. up until this point i never wanted to have children and i had been suffering at the hands of an all girls school for beauty standards and grooming cliches. i was told that i would probably become infertile by my thirties, and that i may want to consider getting laser hair removal surgery when i’m older and the hair starts taking over.

from that point i became quite defiant against this diagnosis. i stopped shaving my arm pits at 16 and stopped shaving my legs at 17. by 18 i had decided i definitely wanted children, and now i get clucky whenever i’m near a child. i am goinbg to be 22 this year. when i visit my family they immediately start talking to me about whether or not they can convince me to see a beautician “at least for the mo, noone wants that!” they have given up on the eyebrows and the legs and the neck beard because these things can be covered up and because there has been a rise in fashionability for thick eyebrows. i go through the motions of having long or short hair, when i have short hair i am addressed as “sir” even though i dress in a tomboy-femme fashion that you can tell i have breasts hips and probably a uterus.

when i was diagnosed with pcos i immediately became obsessed with bearded ladies. when i moved away from my home town, there’d be a middle-aged woman who would take the same tram as me home from work who was bearded and always reading some super fierce novel about feminist porn or gertrude stein or some such. once my housemate (lets call her A) took the tram with me and commented on the beareded lady, when we got home i confided in her about my beard-lady love and my pcos and how i want to one day be an amazing strong and beautiful bearded woman. she didn’t say anything. later that evening my other housemates were having a cliche’d self deprecation session talking about all the things they hate about their bodies, getting fed up i said “i like everything about my body and i like everything about all your bodies and i dont see why you guys are on diets all the time” and A immediately blurted out WE’LL SEE WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOURE A FAT INFERTILE BEARDED LADY.

i stole her bike and rode real far away and wrote songs all by myself and promised myself i’d never let anyone think that body hair isn’t totally delicious again.

i am going to be a fucking beautiful and sexy bearded woman and hopefully one day, mother.

submitted by faketrain

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this story really rules and it makes me incredibly happy.

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