“Yes, because that’s what this billion dollar industry is all about…inner beauty”
Yesterday, I took vanity to a new level. High or low depends on your own personal vanity issues.
Since I first shaved my legs the day before I began my career at Riverchase Middle School, I have been tormented. My mother was furious which is precisely the reason I didn’t warn her in advance. It was the right decision. Immediately, the girls began keeping a mental list of all those who didn’t shave. While on other lists I’m certain, I thankfully avoided that one.
As the years have gone by, my war with my legs has raged on. I’ve been to a dermatologist who literally told me to stop shaving. Seriously, that’s not an option. I’ve used the creams like Veet and just last year started waxing pretty regularly.
Here’s the thing. None of those are good solutions to the monstrosity that is my leg hair.
So since we are now a two income no children family (and I’m sure there’s a specific title for us out there), I decided to investigate a permanent solution to my nagging problem. After a relatively brief discussion with Chris that went something like this:
“I’m not sure I should…”
“Do it.”
“But it’s expen…”
“Do it.”
“I just don’t kn…”
“Do it.”
I decided it was important to my husband so I took the plunge.
Let me just say that although the consultation was very thorough and we discussed every possibility and every penny of the cash we would be parting with, they completely led me astray on the pain factor. Sure, I can be a total weeny when it comes to pain but I have to say, when waxed I never, not once, not even for a second, flinched. Most were impressed by that although likely you are not. Anyway, this experience was painful. Let me see if I can describe it.
It was like getting popped with a rubber band.
2,000 times.
Needless to say, I left feeling, well, a little like I’d been beaten with rubber bands. The good news is I only have 4 more sessions to go before I can throw away the razor and Veet for good.
Nigel would be proud.
Yesterday, I took vanity to a new level. High or low depends on your own personal vanity issues.
Since I first shaved my legs the day before I began my career at Riverchase Middle School, I have been tormented. My mother was furious which is precisely the reason I didn’t warn her in advance. It was the right decision. Immediately, the girls began keeping a mental list of all those who didn’t shave. While on other lists I’m certain, I thankfully avoided that one.
As the years have gone by, my war with my legs has raged on. I’ve been to a dermatologist who literally told me to stop shaving. Seriously, that’s not an option. I’ve used the creams like Veet and just last year started waxing pretty regularly.
Here’s the thing. None of those are good solutions to the monstrosity that is my leg hair.
So since we are now a two income no children family (and I’m sure there’s a specific title for us out there), I decided to investigate a permanent solution to my nagging problem. After a relatively brief discussion with Chris that went something like this:
“I’m not sure I should…”
“Do it.”
“But it’s expen…”
“Do it.”
“I just don’t kn…”
“Do it.”
I decided it was important to my husband so I took the plunge.
Let me just say that although the consultation was very thorough and we discussed every possibility and every penny of the cash we would be parting with, they completely led me astray on the pain factor. Sure, I can be a total weeny when it comes to pain but I have to say, when waxed I never, not once, not even for a second, flinched. Most were impressed by that although likely you are not. Anyway, this experience was painful. Let me see if I can describe it.
It was like getting popped with a rubber band.
2,000 times.
Needless to say, I left feeling, well, a little like I’d been beaten with rubber bands. The good news is I only have 4 more sessions to go before I can throw away the razor and Veet for good.
Nigel would be proud.
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