Chin Hair, Shame, And Choice

She spotted the first coarse hair on a rushed weekday, a tiny thread of panic tugging at the edge of her morning. By the time a few more appeared, she was already tilting her face away from bright light, dodging reflections that once felt harmless. Alone with her search history at midnight, she wondered if this was her fault, her age, her hormones, or something far worse lurk… Continues…

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