When I started growing leg hair in middle school I was mortified. I didn’t want to have a forest of hair on my legs, but being Italian, it was inevitable. My mind linked excessive body hair with masculinity. Having leg hair would make me look like my father, who I didn’t get along with or relate much to at the time. I began shaving my legs every week to make sure they were bare, hairless, smooth, and delicate. Once I became more comfortable in my identity and
androgyny, I cared less about my leg hair and stopped shaving, reclaiming
my leg hair. Even to this day, I hate my facial hair and I have to shave
every day or else I feel unpleasant, less attractive, and less myself.
Women and queer people are expected to be very pristine with their body hair, making sure it is trimmed and neat. There is a societal standard of where you should and shouldn't have hair. To have trimmed or completely
shaven body hair implies cleanliness, higher attractiveness, and societal gender roles. The hair on one's body that is shaved off is generally looked at as gross and a burden, even shameful.
By putting a pile of shaved body hair on a golden platter in an elegant display, I let viewers see a stereotypically “gross” aspect of humans in a beautiful realm.