Oh MY GOD.
FORTY THREE years old and sailing the very un-merry seas of blasted perimenopause, and this morning I notice a particularly long pube. This bastard was at least six inches long. This is the latest in my body horror shenanigans, and frankly I'm fed up of it already.
Other nightmares include armpit hair long enough to braid, coarse hairs sprouting on my chin and underside of my throat, all of which seem to grow at the speed of light, and me boobs can't seem to make up their mind what size they want to be.
I just needed to rant.