There is the proof. The sand was actually between my toes and was half way up my damn legs, because my sister insisted that I HAD to go in the water. Which was surprisingly warm. It wasn’t cold. It was lovely.
There were far too many people for my liking but for the first time in ages, I wasn’t actually sitting somewhere worrying about what people may or may not be thinking about me. I sat there in my black joggers and my top, with facial hair and chest hair and I didn’t give a fuck. The below picture was taken towards the end of the day. Away from the beach. The sun is behind me.
If you look hard enough, you can see the hair on my chest and my beard. They glitter in the sunlight. I am normally paranoid as hell about things like this. I would have spent half an hour to 45 minutes in the bathroom shaving, but I didn’t. Why? Because I shouldn’t have to. Okay, honestly, I couldn’t be fucked. The thought of shaving my face and chest really didn’t appeal to me. So I didn’t. I thought fuck it.
I wasn’t brave enough to show my hairy legs, so I walked into the sea with my joggers round my ankles. That’s as far as I went in mind. I walked back to where we were sat and I plonked myself down and started reading Goodnight Mister Tom by Michelle Magorian, with my sunglasses on, trying to ignore all the joyful screams around me. The warmth was comforting but it did hurt. I am really suffering now. My head feels like it’s going to pop.
I don’t like going out in the sun. I get hot, feel sick and then my head wants to explode. Not just because of the heat but because of the bloody light. I don’t want to be ashamed of my body hair. I mean, we all grow it, we all have it, regardless of how much we spend on removing it. We all grow hair. I don’t understand why it’s so imperative for a woman to be hair free. What’s the point?
Ok, so changing subject. I have had my results back from the CT Scan I had. They were all clear. No problems were spotted or seen. Which is comforting. I also had my appointment through for my Lumbar Puncture. The day Kiddo goes back to school! Go bloody figure! Thankfully, my Mother is going to take me down to the hospital that is 23. something miles away to have the LP done.
Any way, I am off to bed as my head is hurting and I am supposed to be out with friends tomorrow. I don’t want to disappoint.