1. A Bloody Affair
I’ve always just shaved my body hair ever since my mom gave me a pink plastic razor when I was 16. And for the most part it worked.
I didn’t really mind the razor burns...
But being the hairy gal that I am, there would always be stubble the day after I shaved.
And it gets caught everywhere. And by everywhere I mean EVERYWHERE!
On my jeans. On my sheets. On everything.
And it also grows darker the more I shave so shorts are a big no no even in the summer.
So when I was 22, I decided it was time to suck it up and get waxed.
Now I already kind of knew what to expect from waxing from all the stories my friends told me.
So I was ready for some pain. But I figured it wasn’t anything I can’t handle.
But boy, was I wrong.
Alarm bells started going off the moment the woman who was gonna wax me said I had very thick hair and went on to trim it for about 15 minutes.
And when she started on my bikini area instead of, I don’t know, my legs?
That’s when I knew I was in trouble.
The first yank was painful. It felt like someone skinning me alive, to be honest.
But that was nothing compared to the second attempt at ripping my hair out.
Turns out she didn’t trim my hair short enough for the first one to take.
So she had to do it twice and that’s when all hell broke loose.
All I can remember is me yowling so loud that everyone within a hundred miles probably heard it.
And the blood. There was lots of blood.
I think I may have passed out. Twice.
I found it later that it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought.
But the trauma was definitely real and it turned me off from waxing.