Shave what?

In the pre-teen years, the locker-room talk centered around changing bodies and boys. One day a girl was talking about needing to shave her legs and several others chimed in at the hassle of the process. I felt like I was missing out on something and asked my mom to teach me how to shave. In a kind way, she said, "shave what?"

I'm not sure how alopecia connects to my slow hair growth in the growing up years, but it did seem like everyone knew how to use a razor and I did not. The boys were shaving baby facial stubble and the girls were trying to get silky smooth legs. Thankfully my mom helped me to understand that shaving was a timely burden.

Through the years my friends echoed how blessed I was not to have to shave every other day. No need for a razor as my luxury item on reality show Survivor. I give two thumbs up for only having to shave occasionally.