I’d been booked for my first trip. Like ever. Shooting bikinis in the Bahamas.
I was sixteen and had barely done any modeling.
It seemed I had to do something special to deserve this job. Like something really modelish. So I shaved all my body hair. It wasn’t even like I was that hairy…
It felt really good, right after, like my skin was so smooth, so perfectly soft to the touch…
I thought I would look perfect for swimwear.
On the plane my skin was still smooth. At first…
But after 4 hours in the air the stylist (she sat next to me) casually brushed her hand across my arm and pulled back in shock.
“You feel like a cactus,” she said, “what did you do?”
“Because I thought I was supposed to.”
“Oh my God it will grow back, like thick and black,” she said. “Like a man’s beard!”
“Oh my God,” I said, “you think so?”
“Of course,” she said, “you’ll end up looking like a monkey…”
But I don’t think I did…
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