It was fullmoon. A very special fullmoon on a very special day.
London at night the moon was so yellow and huge shining over the Thames aside the buildings that were illuminated in blue light. I was not able to remember having seen such a wonderful moon outside of Hollywoodmovies! It had been a day full of surprises. The whole day I had been exited, like children are before getting their christmas presents. I had been invited to take part in a photoshooting in London. On my way to get therwe I was passing trees and plants in juicy green exploding and cheerful people walking by in the streets of London.
As I arrived in front of the studio, a woman approached me and asked if I also wanted to go to the PCOS photoshooting. –
PCOS? Not that I would know. I had not been told that this would be the reason! Remembering that I had mentioned in an interview that I had not been diagnosed with PCOS. I had been to a Gynakologist years ago, because someone who did an interview did not believe that I was a real woman. (Later I was even asked to have a genetic test for an interview to proove that I was a real woman! )
This gynacologist was as well an endocrinologist and had no explanation for my hairgrowth other then that this was genetic, as she had neither found PCOS nor Diabetes while examining me well. Both might cause hirsutism, but must not.
The woman and I did enter the studio and were welcomed in a very friendly way.
I was asked to sit down and a nice young lady took care of my hair and makeup. She decorated my eyes with long eyelashes. This felt awkward, as I usually do not use any make up. I had difficulties to keep my eyes open. After some time it got better. I had the impression that the heavy feeling on my eylashes went down all my body and made me feel heavy dizzy as if someone had given me a narcotising tablet. – A while later getting used to the feeling I did enjoy the way my eyes did look. I quite liked it – and imagined that it could be nice to wear it more often! Surprising myself with my thoughts.
My eyes went to the other makeup artist in the room and I did notice her wonderful long eyelashes. She told me that she had not to do them every day, but could let someone put them on and then she just needed to go again after a week or so. Cool. Things that I didn´t know.
When my make up was done, I looked around the corner to the waiting room and who was sitting on the sofa!?
It was Harnam Kaur! I was so happy to see her! Had the wish to meet her, but no idea how and now here she was! GREAT! We did hug and it felt very familiar, as if we knew each other already some time. Strange. But sometimes it is like this. Now I knew why I had been exited the whole day! This was my christmas present! 🙂
I was touched to see how feminine she was. Of all the bearded women that I have met so far, she is the most feminine to me.
Two other women that were here had also facial hair but did not show it and treated themselves to get rid of it. I think to remember that one of them said that she would not have the courage to have a beard.
I guess now that Conchita Wurst did win the song contest the media had again more interest in real bearded women.
Meeting Harnam, seeing more and more pictures of bearded women in the media gives me hope – after all these years it feels like a light on the horizon. More and more women show their facial hair, so that one day it can be part of our daily life to see bearded women in the street.
Perhaps we bearded women will have our first competition for the beard? Well, no. I think we would have a meeting not to see who has the longest or most beautiful beard of all, but to communicate, exchange and support one another and make way for other women to be able to accept and live with their facial hair..
We are more and we get stronger.
And it should not matter why a woman has facial hair. She still can love it and keep it. –
– People are so different. And as there are people with different color of skin, people have different expressions of facial or bodyhair, from none to a lot.
I really dislike it if people tell me that I must have a hormonal imbalance. Or other ideas that having facial hair as a woman must be a sickness. How then is it possible that women of certain “races” (difficult what to say for this) have a lot of facial hair!?
How about men having NO facial hair and no bodyhair? Are they sick as well? Would you call someone with another color of skin, then white, sick?
What kind of perception and thinking is it, to put people in a box of being “not normal” or “sick”? People like to sort things and people into boxes label them judge them in order not be afraid of them. And then out of the way in the box they do not have to think anymore about them and the fear is gone, for the moment. I think it is a quite human behaviour and most of us did learn to behave like this. But now it is time to change this and if not for us then for the following generations, in order to live in a tolerant, openminded and peaceful world.
We can teach our children that there is more, then what we told them before. We can teach them not to be afraid of someone who looks different or lives another way of life and that the world is very colorful in their expression.This will open their mind and they will not behave intolerant, as for them it will be part of a world in which they are living. And there is a chance to get rid of homophobia.
And did you ever wonder how humans would great aliens, if they would land on earth?
If human beings are not able to accept and love one another, how could they then love any aliens coming to this planet? (and I have no idea if there are aliens….might be, but no idea…I say it to make you think….and if you were an alien would you like to land on that planet were people act out of fear and might attac and kill you because you look different?)
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