Ewwwww. Gross
It's official, I gross my teenage daughter out. Because I don't shave my legs every single day. Oh, the horror. She's as repulsed as if I'm able braid the hairs on my legs. Am I not allowed to shave my legs every OTHER day after a few decades on this earth without some flack?

At fourteen years old, it's imperative to practice excellent grooming habits, which she does. But Skyler scrutinizes every little blemish and hair. On herself and others. And like most teenagers probably think, Mom is gross. [It's a good thing she never saw my legs in my off campus/commune days.]