In 5th grade, with a dose of confidence and after many rehearsed conversations, I asked my mom if I could shave my legs.
She said no.
While I’m sure the 26-year-old me would agree with her, the 5-year-old me did not. I thought my legs were too hairy, the hair too dark. They didn’t look like the legs of my friends, who I’m sure were already shaving theirs. So after some crying and begging, I got my way.