“He told me I should shave them because he feels embarrassed holding my hand at school.”
My heart sank.
Tyler was Emma’s first boyfriend. They had been dating for two months, and until that moment, my husband Daniel and I had thought he was a polite, considerate teenager.
He always greeted us respectfully, helped carry groceries, and seemed genuinely interested in our daughter.
Now Emma was questioning something perfectly natural about her appearance because of one thoughtless remark.
I gently took the razor and placed it on the counter.
“Have you ever wanted to shave your arms before?”
She shook her head.
“Then you shouldn’t feel pressured to do it now.”
“But what if Tyler doesn’t like me anymore?”
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