to the pain
Apr. 21st, 2004 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI've always been a massive chicken. I've got sensitive skin and a low pain threshold.
I remember watching Amy in college gleefully waxing her leg. My mouth formed a perfect O in horror. She offered once to do my legs. I squeamishly let her apply a strip to my calf, rub down and then rip it off. Yeah. That was not okay. I still can't understand how she did her bikini area. But Amy has a high pain threshold. She even waxes her armpits for chrissakes. Freak.
I'm not sure if it's the evil Middle-Eastern coarse hair or what, but I have more than a little misery with the Chewbacca factor. Judy is a hairless whelk and has skin the softness of butter. Stace and I would wistfully stroke her arm until she slapped us and made us stop.
Anyhow. Swim season is approaching. For lo these many years I'd given up caring about the hair on my thighs. FUCK IT, I bellowed many a bitter night at Hobbes. He would look at his own lovely coat and lick it pointedly.
In some bizarre fit of wanting to be extra girly, I bought some leg wax awhile ago and had my aunt apply it to my legs. I blame Kiki. She was constantly yammering about the evils of frequent shaving. How it makes the hair thicker and coarser. Blah blah blah. Fine. So my aunt did the deed. I have no small amount of admiration for her because I would whimper as she laid the strip down and let out a blood curdling shriek as she ripped it off. She snapped her gum and just churned away without batting an eye.
The perhaps unremarkable thing I noticed after this joyous event was that --hello, less hair grew back, and it grew back finer. Huh. Well I was all over that. So I've actually waxed my calves since them. Really, with the glorious rainy and arctic winter, I've largely just ignored the sparse hair growth. But now it's spring and soon will be summer. I'd like to swim without shame, no longer clutching my towel until the last possible second and hopping in.
So, I briskly called Ellie (who is a fountain of all beauty knowledge) and she recommended Habitude by the Locks. I just called and in no time flat had arranged a 10:15am meeting for tomorrow. I'm still in shock. Did I just do that? Will I really allow my tender thighs to be so violated? It's gonna fucking HURT. But ooo the allure of hairless joy can't be beat. Not this time. 4-6 weeks of fur-free-fun. Will take some tree bark to chomp down on.
I had to make the appt early because I'm running errands/lunching with Judy before class. And then Willi will be here! I'm sure she'll be delighted when I flash my angry red thighs her first night here. And you know I so will.
I remember watching Amy in college gleefully waxing her leg. My mouth formed a perfect O in horror. She offered once to do my legs. I squeamishly let her apply a strip to my calf, rub down and then rip it off. Yeah. That was not okay. I still can't understand how she did her bikini area. But Amy has a high pain threshold. She even waxes her armpits for chrissakes. Freak.
I'm not sure if it's the evil Middle-Eastern coarse hair or what, but I have more than a little misery with the Chewbacca factor. Judy is a hairless whelk and has skin the softness of butter. Stace and I would wistfully stroke her arm until she slapped us and made us stop.
Anyhow. Swim season is approaching. For lo these many years I'd given up caring about the hair on my thighs. FUCK IT, I bellowed many a bitter night at Hobbes. He would look at his own lovely coat and lick it pointedly.
In some bizarre fit of wanting to be extra girly, I bought some leg wax awhile ago and had my aunt apply it to my legs. I blame Kiki. She was constantly yammering about the evils of frequent shaving. How it makes the hair thicker and coarser. Blah blah blah. Fine. So my aunt did the deed. I have no small amount of admiration for her because I would whimper as she laid the strip down and let out a blood curdling shriek as she ripped it off. She snapped her gum and just churned away without batting an eye.
The perhaps unremarkable thing I noticed after this joyous event was that --hello, less hair grew back, and it grew back finer. Huh. Well I was all over that. So I've actually waxed my calves since them. Really, with the glorious rainy and arctic winter, I've largely just ignored the sparse hair growth. But now it's spring and soon will be summer. I'd like to swim without shame, no longer clutching my towel until the last possible second and hopping in.
So, I briskly called Ellie (who is a fountain of all beauty knowledge) and she recommended Habitude by the Locks. I just called and in no time flat had arranged a 10:15am meeting for tomorrow. I'm still in shock. Did I just do that? Will I really allow my tender thighs to be so violated? It's gonna fucking HURT. But ooo the allure of hairless joy can't be beat. Not this time. 4-6 weeks of fur-free-fun. Will take some tree bark to chomp down on.
I had to make the appt early because I'm running errands/lunching with Judy before class. And then Willi will be here! I'm sure she'll be delighted when I flash my angry red thighs her first night here. And you know I so will.
