Behold, my golden bush! She is an altar of burnished flame. Many have kneeled before her and prayed to the Goddess, but not all have shown due reverence for her soft pelt. One worshipper in particular, a man of exceptional character, exalted her flaxen fur and encouraged her to grow it lengthily and luxuriously. He activated my confidence to grow out all of my body hair, and to enjoy its silken, fragrant qualities. It was during this period that I fully embraced my vulva's furry fuzz, and learned to celebrate it as a source of pride. I came to more fully understand that our liberation from restrictive body ideals set by normative culture and the beauty industry is an intertwined, interrelated process of men and women learning to love themselves, and each other, in all their glory (whatever they choose that to be). We activate each other to be the fullest versions of ourselves - so keep on shining the light that only you can shine. Stay gold!