One of the biggest beauty trends to come from the early aughts was Brazilian waxing. Thanks to the J Sisters who pioneered the hair removal method, gone were the days of balancing one foot on the toilet while the other was firmly pressed on the ground to capture each and every hair in your pube region with a razor or, dare I say it, Nair. Unfortunately, the latter was my history with hair removal until I grew old and brave enough to finally book my very first Brazilian wax appointment. Will I have my leg suspended in the air a la Carrie Bradshaw in the Sex and the City episode? Well, I was about to find out.
Conjuring up the courage to get a Brazilian was a challenge in itself. Upon arrival at my local European Wax Center, I immediately switched my initial Brazilian appointment for a bikini line wax and became the laughing stock of my group chat that day. But, I couldn't go out like that. On a mission to redeem myself, I switched back to a Brazilian wax and my wax specialist, Christine, was extremely understanding.
I was instructed to remove my pants and lie down on the red waxing table with my knees bent and legs apart. After applying a cleaning solution to my private area, followed by a pre-wax oil ("It creates a light barrier between the skin and the wax," she explained), I peered over my bent knee to watch her stir the wax until it was hot and ready to be applied on my skin. "This was a good idea," I kept reassuring myself, as she gently lathered the hot purple wax on to my skin and boy was it hot. I'm no glutton for pain, so I shrieked and winced when she ripped off the initial glob of melted wax.
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