I bought all the wax I needed to give myself a Brazilian wax.
I sat there looking at how to do a Brazilian wax.
I was poring over several, how-to websites, and the more I read, the harder it sounded. I worried about whether I could reach all the spots I needed to reach. I worried about what would happen if I got the wax too hot and burnt places I really didn’t want burnt. I didn’t want ingrown hairs or irritated skin. I wasn’t normally so skittish about doing this kind of process on myself. I was going to be going on my honeymoon and I didn’t want to be caught dead in a bikini if the Brazilian wax wasn’t perfect. I called the local waxing salon and asked for an appointment. When I arrived, there were about six people ahead of me. Instead of letting me wait in the lobby, they took me back and had me put on their gown and sit in a room with several men and women all waiting for Brazilian waxes. This made me quite uncomfortable. When they called me into the booth, they lay me back on a table and the woman told me what position I needed to be in. I felt like I was going to my gynecologist. I was ready to get up off the table and head back home. I was thinking how less degrading it would be if I were to wax my legs and bikini area and forget about the Brazilian wax. I knew my husband-to-be wouldn’t mind. I swallowed hard and allowed the Brazilian wax to continue. When she had completed the waxing, I was wishing I had done the waxing at home.