So when you see the phrase "we are hairy pics," do not scroll past. Stop. Look closely. There, in the grain, in the shadow, in the fine line between pixels—that is not a flaw. That is the point.

We are here. We are unshorn. We are the pictures they told you to delete. And we are not going anywhere. End of piece.

We are hairy pics: the self-timer shots in bad lighting, the film scans with artifacts, the Polaroids that developed unevenly. We are the evidence that hair grows back, that bodies change, that the most honest image is rarely the smoothest one.