My armpit hair makes people feel awkward. Deep in conversation, mid sentence, a acquaintance will notice a hint of hair at the crease where my arm rests against my body. I run a hand over my head, flicking my hair from my eyes. They stop dead, their eyes widen in an obvious embarrassment. Despite their best attempt at politeness, they stare for a long second. Their cheeks redden as they deliberately avert their gaze and attempt to continue the conversation. I can’t help but smile at the strange and wonderful power held by such a small patch of human hair.