I’m not sure why our society is obsessed with removing unwanted hair.
I remember back in the seventh grade, desperately wanting to shave my legs. I begged my mother. She said I could, but only up to the knee. That was a lovely sight. Hairless calves. Hairy thighs.
Then in the ninth grade, I discovered tweezers. And proceeded to overpluck my eyebrows.
Shave this. Shave that. Tweeze this. Pluck that. Blast that unwanted hair!
It wasn’t until the past decade that I discovered waxing. Professional eyebrow waxing. Upper lip waxing.
Over the years, when it came to swimsuit season, I simply used the razor to tidy up. No problem.
But I kept hearing about the wonders of bikini waxes. Friends told me, “You should totally do it!” But I put it off. Until right before my trip to Hawaii, when I put “bikini wax” on my to do list. Yeah, I totally did it!
And here are four things I learned about a bikini wax:
- It was embarrassing.
- It hurt.
- Wear your pretty bikini panties. Oops.
- Be clear with what you want. Oops.
I wasn’t exactly clear with what I wanted. Maybe it was the language barrier?
Let me just say that it’s a good thing hair grows back. Because two words: Hitler’s moustache.