I remember watching my grandmother pluck hairs from her chin when I was a young girl. I was horrified. Would this happen to me? Would I turn into a man? My grandmother laughed and shrugged, “it’s just part of getting old.”
It’s official. I am old.
I got my first chinny chin hair the other day. I am not sure how long it was there before I noticed. I do not usually stare at my chin looking for new growth (I might start now).
I was in my car on the way to the gym looking in the mirror while I was driving (bad idea … I do not recommend checking for chinny chin hairs in this manner). The music from “Psycho” played in the background.
Was this for real?
I nearly wrecked my car examining my chin. I desperately tried to rip the hair from my flesh, but I could not get a grip on it. So, I sucked it up and decided I would go to the gym with this hair exposed to the world.
As soon as I walked in, I decided I would show everyone. I guess I prefer the approach of telling everyone my faults before they point them out (I really need to work on this one).
I found out quickly that I am not alone. Most girls get chinny chin hairs by my age. I never would have known since all women refuse to talk about it! Any other surprises that you need to report to me, ladies? Will I get chest hair too?
I probably should not publicize the fact that I am turning into a man, but I figure you know everything else by this point. Why not?
I am excited about getting old!