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Rain, HTHG’s new awesome editor and contributing writer talks about her pits.

7U6A8154HTHG has been going for almost 3 years now as a one-woman venture. I, Roxie Jane Hunt ( AKA HTHG ) realized a few months ago that I was wearing so many hats trying to run this thing, that I wasn’t able to focus on interesting and inspiring content. I got caught up in the details.

Enter Rain, the cloudy haired young perfectly nerdy and rediculously cool mid-western chic that I was lucky enough to stumble into while experimenting with pit-hair color at Vain Beautyworld.

We instantly bonded over our pit hair and our love of writing. I feel like In Rain, I have a kindred little sister weirdo that totally gets it. So I took her on as HTHG’s new editor and contributing writer, as well as my co-writer for About.com‘s new hair tutorial site! ( Coming soon!!!!)

Ladies and gents, meet Rain Sissel, and her hairy pits. Here is a little piece she wrote that I thought you might like, just as a little peak into who she is and where she comes from.

On having hairy armpits…..

“Growing up in a conservative, Midwestern city, body hair was never a thing that women talked about. I remember the first time another woman’s body hair made me uncomfortable; I was in the seventh grade and my best friend at the time had just bought a brand new skirt for the first day of school. She had gorgeous blonde curly hair, a warm, round face and a smile that melted hearts all through the halls of our middle school. Walking up to the front doors on our first day, the bright August sun caught her legs and illuminated the blonde curly tufts of hair speckling her legs. I remember feeling so uncomfortable because I had never seen a girl with hairy legs before. Was this normal? Was this disgusting? Shouldn’t she shave that?

Fast forward to high school and college where everyone shaved everything, and dammit, it was expected. If you wanted any boys to ask you on dates, you better shave and shave regularly. Sure, it was fine to be lazy every once in a while, especially during the winter, but you better never be seen in public come spring with spikey armpit hair and stragglers on your knee caps. Women didn’t look that way, especially ones that had boyfriends, were popular, and were pretty.

After suffering through many years of razor burn and ingrown hairs just to keep my skin stubble free and attractive to potential suitors, I gave up. I really honestly just stopped giving a shit and realized if guys (and other girls for that matter) didn’t like me because I was a little hairy, then they were the problem, not me. Razors were expensive and my skin was raw (especially in my armpits. I would get these red rashy bumps from razor burn and would constantly have to buy new razors to reduce the risk of rash!). At the time I was dating a guy who had lived many years around women who didn’t shave. In fact, he encouraged me not to feel pressured to shave if I didn’t want to, because really it was up to ME, not to him or any other person. I had lived so long with this absurd ingrained expectation that women had to be hair free to be desired and well-liked by others, and that was complete bullshit. I was free and I was liberated, and certainly I was a lot less rashy.

My alternative boyfriend and I eventually parted ways (but are still good friends), but my leg and pit hair has remained in tact. I love my hairy body and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it. It is a part of me as much as anything else and I wear it proudly. I feel beautiful in my own skin and that’s all that really matters to me!”

xoxo, HTHG and Rain Sissel

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