Other people have always pointed out how hairy I am. In the line for school photos in year 6 I was blissfully unaware of the close attention being paid to physical attributes. I was dorky, chubby, and just a little pimply. A boy approached me right before the photoshoot and declared that I had a monobrow. I had been censored. Soon after, I started plucking my eyebrows. Puberty hit as I set off for high school, and before too long I was growing a fine moustache while most boys around me remained smooth-faced and child-like...

Jan 2010

11 cm x 15 cm, 16 pages. 

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