I remember the first time I was ever called out on my leg hair. I was sitting on a bench, in line to put my buddy tag up on the board so I could go in the water for free swim. I must have been around 14. A kid sitting next to me, maybe 11 or 12 looked at me and said, "Gross! You got hairy legs!" It was the very first time someone called me on it, and it was the first time I felt ashamed. Shortly thereafter, my unit went on a field trip, floating down a river on tubes. I had a crush on Ben Seymore at the time, who was CIT, and maneuvered myself such that I was in a group of people floating together that included him. It was kind of cold out, and, sitting in the tube with my legs out of the water, the lovely, downy blonde hair stood on end due to goosebumps. All I could think about was how Ben Seymore must think I was so gross. When the subject of leg shaving was first broached in my household, my mom told me, in her typical "girls ...