To Shave or Not To Shave, That is the Conundrum

The first time I shaved my face I was thirteen. I remember watching my dad shave his face for so long, that curiosity got the better of me and I did what most thirteen-year-old boys do, attempted to shave my face. Although there basically nothing on my face, I made it through nick-free and was impressed by the success of my shaving. Within an hour, I had a severe rash and had in fact, given myself razor burn.

Ultimately beauty care should be for us, not for other people—it can be as fun and unnecessary as it wants to, but should always be mostly for ourselves.

Flash forward twelve years later and here I am, still shaving my face, and still giving myself the occasional bout of razor burn.

When I decided to go zero waste, I hadn’t yet thought about the process of shaving because I had been using an electric shaver with replaceable heads. It really didn’t dawn on me that this wasn’t going to last until my last shaver head started to dull. I couldn’t replace it because the electric shaver heads came in large plastic packaging, wrapped in perfectly sized plastic containers, and came individually packaged as well. It was time to find a zero waste solution to this outbreak of hair on my face.

Although I had watched many Youtubers‘ and bloggers talk about safety razor shaving and how great it was, the thought definitely freaked me out. Mainly because most of the people talking about it were women and most of them had fine or straight hair. Out of the men who had used safety razors, they also had relatively fine hair or didn’t grow as much hair as I did. Nor did any of them use plastic-free alternatives to shaving cream, or cleansers, or anything.

I am an Italian/Jew who has curly thick dark hair that grows so quick everytime I shave within an hour there is five o’ clock shadow. None of these people knew the ethnic struggle I faced, but instead of complaining, I decided to try it out and made some zero waste shaving cream and soaps.

The first shave was by far the best shave. No nicks, no ingrown hairs, no problem. Until day two when my face was irritated so much I literally needed to take ibuprofen. For a week straight I decided to continue to give it a shot and every day suffered from razor burn, pain, and then came the ingrown hairs. I even requested the help of a barber to teach me how to properly shave, and still faced problems—which I should have known because I have super sensitive skin.

A week later I was frustrated, in pain, and still managed to have hair growing on my face. So that’s when I decided to do the most zero waste thing I could do, grow out a beard. Yep, that’s right. Despite my deep-rooted hatred for beards, I decided to grow one out.

It’s not that I hate beards on other people, in fact, I quite like them, however, on myself, I felt like it would make me feel dirty, or unkempt.

But with a little help from Morgan’s kindness and my sisters Pinterest encouragement, the two of them showed me that my fuzzy face wasn’t impeding me in any way. It was my face, it was what I was given, despite what I felt and what I thought other people would think, I needed to celebrate my fuzzy face instead of trying to remove it.

Ultimately beauty care should be for us, not for other people—it can be as fun and unnecessary as it wants to, but should always be mostly for ourselves.

If you are a zero waster or looking for alternatives to shaving and beauty care, there are plenty of resources out there, but if you would like to join the Fuzzy Friends Club (I just came up with that), we are always taking members and always celebrating our fuzziness together, whether its on your face, your armpits, legs or anywhere else on your body.