In recent TMI news, I got my very first Brazilian wax last week. A place not too far from my job was offering a free wax for first time customers so I figured I'd try it out. Instead of getting my eyebrows or sideburns waxed (which they both desperately needed/still need), I decided to offer up my hoo-ha. We've been through thick & thin together (literally, ha) and now we could add a full-blown wax to the list.
When I scheduled my appointment weeks ago they told me to let the hair grow out to a quarter inch, about the size of a grain of rice. I translated that as, "Victoria, stop shaving and let yourself go completely." So what was supposed to be the length of a grain of rice turned out closer to the length of a husk of corn. Oops.
My waxer (I don't know what the PC term is for those people... hair esthetician? Professional bush remover?) was super nice and talked to me during the whole thing, which was good I guess. It reminded me of being at the gyno when they try to talk to you about school and work and stuff to distract you from the duck lips they're about to put inside you. She gave me a heads up when she was about to strip the really painful parts, which I appreciated. On a 1-10 pain scale, with 1 being not painful at all and 10 being the equivalent of a Honey Boo Boo marathon, I'd give it an 8. I think if I'd taken my favorite pain reliever (tequila) beforehand, it would've only been like a 6. I was too cheap to buy all the lotions and creams they recommend to put on after so cross your fingers that everything turns out okay. "Cupcake" and I have places to go and people to see!
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