Waxing
Waxing
Read this as a female who
has waxed that area. Given the experience listed below, you won't be trying it
anytime soon!
Read on...
My night began as any
other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had
the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours:
"Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."
So I headed to the site of
my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub
the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and
press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No
muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am
mechanically inclined enough to figure this out. (YA THINK!?!)
So I pull one of the thin
strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together.
Instead of rubbing them
together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000
degrees. ("Cold wax, yeah...right!”) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold
the skin around it tight and pull. It works!
OK, so it wasn't the best feeling,
but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer
eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth
skin extraordinaire.
With my next wax strip I
move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the
ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on
the toilet.
Using the same procedure,
I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the
right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it
was a long strip).
I inhale deeply and brace
myself...RRRRRRIIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind!!! Blinded from
pain!!!!...OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!
Vision returning, I notice
that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath
and RIIIIIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must
stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe,
breathe...
OK, back to normal.
I want to see my trophy -
a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy
pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body
hair.
I hold up the strip!
There's no hair on it.
Where is the hair???
WHERE IS THE WAX???
Slowly I ease my head
down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be
on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax.
I run my fingers over the
most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted
hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon
the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.
Sealed shut! My butt is
sealed shut. Sealed SHUT!
I penguin walk around the
bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to
poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax?
Hot water!! Hot water
melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in,
immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it
off, right???
*WRONG!!!!!!!*
I get in the tub - the
water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or
sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having
your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then
glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't
melt cold wax!
So, now I'm stuck to the
bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless
the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the
bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has
some secret of how to get me undone.
It's a very good
conversation starter "So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the
bottom of the tub!"
There is a slight pause. She
doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her
laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are
we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?"
She's laughing out loud by
now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number
on the side of the box.
YEAH!!!!! Right!!
I should be the joke of
someone else's night. While we go through various solutions I resort to trying
to scrape the wax off with a razor.
Nothing feels better than
to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in
super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!
By now the brain is not
working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need
Post-Traumatic Stress counselling for this event.
My friend is still talking
with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to
remove the excess wax.
What do I really have to
lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
The scream probably woke
the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I
really don't care.
IT WORKS!!
“It works!!" I get a
hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove
the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....
THE HAIR IS STILL
THERE.......ALL OF IT!
So I recklessly shave it
off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at
this point.
Next week I'm going to try hair colour!




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