Believe it or not, people, but I just shaved my legs! That’s right. My legs are silky smooth for the first time in 2 years-ish. It’s not that I don’t like having soft, hairless legs, I love that feeling…I just hate the process of shaving and feeling unnecessarily obligated to do so by some social construct. I shave on my own prerogative and no one else’s and I just so happened to feel compelled. Perhaps part of it was the fact that I am at a hotel right with all the other PCVs in my group for a workshop on Project Management & Design and HIV/AIDS Capacity Building. The idea of shaving one’s legs is much more appealing when hot, running water in a bathtub is involved, opposed to my bucket at home. The only downside is that my first layer of defense for warmth is now swishing down the drains in Lesotho, and I need all the help to stay warm these days.