physics to a deficient mind,
complexity to a society trapped in conformity.
The hair under my arms is a nightmare
that hurts eyes like shampoo and the rubbing of spicy fingers.
But I am a woman who grows wiser,
accepting nature as my anatomical changer.
My underarms are the center of a sunflower,
black holes that suck you in despite your efforts to ignore,
abstract paintings on exhibit when my arms rise to the sun.
I do not shave because women do not have to, but choose to.
I do not shave to show other women that it is okay to be themselves.
Author Bio:
Giovana Tamayo is a 21-year-old full-time student at Modesto Junior College in the state of California.