Fxamining my face in the bathroom mirror, I tugged on the hairs sprouting from my chin.
Whiskers.
I was only 12.
These new hairs had started appearing a few weeks earlier.
Confused, I'd shown my family, but they didn't seem worried.
Apparently, other women in the family had facial hair.
‘I'll teach you how to shave,’ Dad offered.
I tried not to worry.
Wondered if it was something to do with my painful periods.
So agonising, I often curled up into a ball, unable to move.
Now, I reached for my razor, shaved the hair away.
