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Becky’s Home Waxing Story: How Not To Spend a Friday Night

Waxing in Birmingham Let’s just get right to it: It all began with the idea that I needed to do a little grooming in preparation for bathing suit season. Of course, the first step is removing all the unwanted hair that comes with being a female in this day and age, where even the most conservative of bathing suits shows an excessive amount of skin near our nether region. I had been in beauty school and had waxed a number of peoples’ faces. I reflected on how I had waxed undesired hair from their upper lips, chins and eyebrows. Heck, I had even waxed my own eyebrows! I could definitely do this, right? (Wrong!) Sure, when it comes to waxing the pain is just tolerable enough to endure in comparison to the time and pain that came with having to pluck 3x as often. And let’s face it, down there I am not plucking anything! If the waxing pain was bearable enough on the face, why NOT give my bikini line the kind of attention and care it deserved? I could surely swallow a few minutes of discomfort to enjoy up to a month of hair-free bikini bliss…right?! I went to the grocery store and picked up a home waxing kit with blind enthusiasm. At home, I unboxed the product and took a look at myself in the mirror. Still feeling a bit neurotic I started giving myself a pep talk: I am fierce. I am strong! I am BRAVE!  I AM WOMAN! Let’s just say, the pep talk was more than convincing. I heated up that wax and slapped in on my bikini line without skipping a beat. I wasn’t sure how long the false bravado would withstand, so I went ahead and put the wax on both sides of my bikini line at once. What a very, very bad idea! With my prior knowledge of waxing, I was very aware of how important is was to hold the skin taut while ripping off the muslin. Sitting on the corner of my bathtub, half undressed, with wax in my most private of areas, I began to experiment with all sorts of awkward positions to try and make my skin as firm as possible. No position felt perfect, so I settled on the best option: sitting on the tub, one hand on the other side for balance, and one foot propped way up on the sink. Leaning forward to grab the muslin, I feel my skin loosen a bit, but I know this is as good as it gets, and I go for it. The exact moment of removal is a blur, but I’m sure it came with nothing less than a high pitched scream, some tears, and perhaps a few profanities. Coming to, I look down to see my inner most thigh completely unrecognizable: red, swollen and bloody (yes, freaking blood!). Realizing I still had one more strip to go was one of the most harrowing moments of my life. I had no choice but to continue on with the torture and it was a real life nightmare. Ladies (and men!) take it from me, waxing is NEVER worth it. Three hours, a few Advil, and a glass of wine wasn’t enough to help me recover from the horror I had faced. Let’s just say I resolved to not only never try home waxing again, but also to stay far away from waxing that part of my body, period! Fortunately, a friend of mine introduced me to sugaring hair removal and my life (well, my bikini hair removal aspect of my life at least) has never been the same! My recommendation? Stay away from wax! Instead, give sugaring a shot. Sugaring is truly the better option when it comes to long lasting hair removal and far less pain!

Have You Read Mary’s Waxing Horror Story Yet?

Waxing BirminghamIf you haven’t read Mary’s story yet, you have to check it out. It’s incredible funny and something we can all relate to when it comes to home waxing. Click here to read “Mary’s Story: My Worst Waxing Fiasco”

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