[Dutch Lock Down Day Five Hundred Sixteen]
I love this phrase and, seriously, it’s not THAT funny when you’re actually IN Rome, saying it about EVERYTHING until you come a cross someone shitting by the side of the path in a public park.
Then it’s HILARIOUS.
Ever since moving back to the States, it’s woken up my old idiot professional dancer brain that says I’m out of shape, overweight, and omg shave those legs and armpits, Leander.
Also, it’s summer and it’s hot and I want to wear shorts and, well, I’m SELF CONSCIOUS.
So I shaved.
Totally because I live in the United States again, but also because I was invited to go swimming and invited to take a yoga class and while I have a TON of American friends living in America who present as female and totally do NOT shave #AllTheThings I just can’t join them.
And I don’t like it.
So I shaved the other day and, yes, it took absolutely FOREVER, cause those armpits and those leg hairs were SUPER grown out and ever since?
I’m just letting that grow out again cause, damnit, fuck your cultural beauty standards.
And I have a feeling t his is my life now.
Waffling back and forth between Dutch and American and Japanese and Swedish ‘norms’ and never truly feeling comfortable.
Maybe as I rock back and forth between everything I’ll find a comfortable ideal someday, but today is not that day.
I need to find my own ideals and comfort and ‘norm’ cause I’m definitely not shitting just off a path in a public park, but I’m also not a shave all the things person.
Wish me luck.