I first started shaving my body hair in school. If you took a Yeti, covered him in glue and then rolled him around on a barbershop floor, it would take a look at my legs and start worrying about looking hairless by comparison. It’s fair to say that it was negatively impacting my body image and mental health in ways that I didn’t yet, that society yet, that no-one yet had the vocabulary for (this being 1987). So one day I took the plunge and shaved my legs. I figured, what the hell? Who was going to see my legs under my school trousers anyway?
The next day was school sports day, and I and my newly gleaming legs had to run the two longest distances on the card in front of the whole school.