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Jacob Tobia - A love letter to my facial hair: From the moment that I got my first whiskers, I was overwhelmed. I was only in sixth grade, and none of my friends had started growing facial hair yet. It was disorienting to feel so different, so far ahead o
Jacob Tobia - A love letter to my facial hair: From the moment that I got my first whiskers, I was overwhelmed. I was only in sixth grade, and none of my friends had started growing facial hair yet. It was disorienting to feel so different, so far ahead of my peers. Follicle by follicle, hair spread across my face until, in the eyes of those around me, I’d become a man. At first, I felt like my facial hair had betrayed me; had set me up to fail, had set me up to feel like a living, breathing contradiction. With each hair, expressing my femininity felt further and further away. But here’s the thing: I’ve never hated my own facial hair. I only hated the way that it made others treat me. Bit by bit, I’ve learned to reconnect with my body and celebrate it in my own terms. To this day, when I look in the mirror at my lipstick and my five o’clock shadow, I can see only beauty looking back at me. To this day, I look at the faint hint of a mustache and I can only see gorgeousness. I love the w
june 2018
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