When God was handing out hair, I must have been first in line. I'm not talking thick, luscious, glossy hair on my head — although that would be nice. But hair everywhere else: sideburns, a happy trail, a furry upper lip, the odd chin hair, downy fluff all over my arms, back, and even my neck. Growing up in a big Greek Cypriot family, I had always put my hairiness down to my heritage — we all looked the same and I was proud of that. But as soon as I started primary school, I realized my...


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