you're getting salty over hairy legs
Every freaking day I walk out and people stare at my hairy legs and laugh at me. I am constantly mocked and beaten for my furry meats sticks that I use to walk, run, or jump with. We are the most oppressed group and had far worse than any other groups out there. In 1987, our little bar for hairy people was burned to the ground and killed 35 people, including my grandfather. We wanted to protest, but the police beat us with batons and blasted tear gas in our faces. We had to retreat and hide who we are. Even at school I was constantly beaten and tortured by both my classmates and teachers for my well groomed and conditioned legs. You will never know what i’ve been through.