If you've been following me on social media, you already know that I've fully embraced my wild side since January. This week in April has been no exception - just another day of indulging in raunchy, slutty activities that remind me why I can't stand having any hair on my head. Standing in my bathroom, clad in nothing but a yellow crop top, I grab my clipper and start hacking away at the stubbly hair. The sensation of the clippers against my skin sends shivers down my spine as I watch the hair collect in the crevices of my top. It sticks to everything, a reminder of the sweaty escapades and hiking adventures that have left me craving a shower, a good meal and a goddamn nap.