>and when I got old enough to have some agency in the matter I began to hide when it was time for class photos and the like. I didn't like to go out more than was necessary, and _hated_ summers because they meant wearing less clothing and I thought my legs, in particular, were ugly.

Then one night I remembered suddenly...I'd been HORRIFIED as a young adolescent when I started developing a beard. I couldn't believe what was happening to my face, and I was _ashamed_ of it. I nicked a couple of my dad's disposable blades and tried to shave myself, with predictable results.

How had I forgotten _that_ little incident?