All the hair on my body, other than that on my scalp, is very displeasing to most, and I can’t fathom why. I have got a lot of hair everywhere except for my armpits which I believe do not get enough nourishment. I inherited it from my father and that is one reason why I don’t want to remove it. You can check the hairgrowth on my body to certify that I am his daughter, hence the tedious process of getting a DNA test would be avoided. I am very attached to my hair, after all, they have been my companions for almost sixteen years. I wonder why people are so bent on removing their hair. It doesn’t harm them in any way, nor does it hinder their growth. Moreover, it is an evidence of our evolution, an advocate of sciences. Our very abhorrence of our hair reminds us of the importance of a life well lived, for any individual wanting respect. By having no function of its own, it faces extermination and even in the face of that crisis, it teaches us not to descend into purposeless living ourselves. Even after the hardships it faces, our hair rises up with as much vigour as before, and by taking its example we learn the value of perseverence.
If I apply the little knowledge of political theory that I have acquired, I can state that my appearance is directed by the freedom I have and wish to exercise. It belongs to that undefinable area in which I may operate according my whims, whatever they may be, for as long as they don’t incur considerable damage on the society. And since my hair doesn’t produce searing pain in anyone’s eyes, no one has the business to ask me to shave it off.
No one has disapproved of my father’s hair, nor will my brother go through this oredeal. But I need to look presentabe enough and to that end must do away with my poor dears. And may I ask who I must look presentable for? Those who know my value won’t care about my looks and those who measure my worth by my appearance are of no importance to me.