Goodbye, Mr Gillette!

Last year, I made the decision to stop shaving my legs. I hadn’t necessarily made this choice out of some huge feminist epiphany; it was more the fact that I just couldn’t be bothered doing it anymore. The awkward positions in the shower, the little head unclipping itself from the razor spontaneously, the cuts on my legs. Not to mention all the money I was spending on those stupid pink taxed women’s razors. Having smooth legs was nice, but it just didn’t seem worth it to me anymore. 

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