It began when I woke up one morning and found a strand of hair on my chin. I didn't think much of it at that time. I simply plucked it and moved on with my life.
Examining my chin in the mirror is not an activity I regularly engage in and I was definitely not prepared when I woke up to find four strands (yes I counted) of hair on my chin. I cried. I cried because I remembered one of my nursery school teachers, Mrs Uzo. Mrs Uzo had a beard. She had a beard that had terrified me for most of my prepubescent life. Her beard made me question the little I knew about life. My only consolation was the fact that my strands were fine and not curly like hers. The only way anyone would see the strands was if they came very close to my chin.
To know how serious my predicament was, I turned to Google. That was when I discovered hirsutism. Hirsutism, according to Wikipedia, is the excessive hairiness on women in those parts of the body where terminal hair (whatever that is) does not occur or is minimal, for example, a beard or chest hair.
After I had viewed the Google images associated with hirsutism and read that 'women of European extraction are more likely to grow facial hair than either women of African or Asian descent', I was convinced that I was definitely not suffering from this condition.
I have concluded that as I am not a woman of 'European extraction' and don't have excess adrenal hormones, Mrs Uzo and her curly beard, wherever they might be are trying to teach me a lesson for all the years I spent questioning her beard. :( I now also spend my time examining random peoples' chins.
P.S: Do not make the mistake of googling images of hirsutism. Just don't it.