About a year and a half ago, I ended a five-year relationship with a man who, despite calling himself a feminist, subtly (and then overtly) shamed me about my weight and body hair.
After years of him asking me to wax my ladyparts, I finally did it as a special one-time thing in an attempt to save our failing relationship. Then he decided I had to wax, all the time.
One day I posted an article about how more young women (i.e., Miley Cyrus) were sporting hairy armpits, and jokingly said to him, "Hey, I think I should stop shaving my armpits too." He got angry and told me it was a deal breaker for our relationship. I quit shaving everything that day, and quit putting up with his bullshit for good a few weeks later.
It has been empowering to reject the body hair status quo by rocking my luxurious pit hair in tank tops every chance I get. And in the context of my breakup, I felt like I was reclaiming my body and celebrating it in all its glory. Since then, I've dated several men, and a woman or two, and I have to say, the longer I go with my hairy armpits, the more I think it was the best decision I ever made for my personal life.