F*ck that hurt!

Just had my waxing session… I feel like my crotch is glowing red through my jeans at this point! Man! That was bad and painful! I stand corrected; I do NOT enjoy pain!

Last night while sipping my tea (Earl Grey, if you please!) in front of the fire, Hubby asked me if I was anxious about the surgery. At that exact moment I had been thinking about the upcoming Brazilian. I’m not really nervous (just yet!) about the surgery, but the waxing I wasn’t looking forward to. I was right not to!

This morning I made my way to a naturopath’s office to get some homeopathic granules to help my healing/recovery. I got some Arnica, I figure it can’t hurt, right?

Then I went home, had lunch and prepared myself mentally for the task at hand.

A few days ago I asked Hubby if he would do me the honour of trimming me – the inner thigh area I can’t easily reach. I didn’t really want my esthetician to go play in there, I like her and all and feel very comfortable with her, but I don’t know many people who’d enjoy being butt naked, and offering such a view of their nether area. Just the thought of being waxed “there” was giving me goose bumps. He managed to do it, without cutting me or pulling on my hair too much – he’s so gentle! I felt “naked” after that, and kind of realised what people meant about being hairless, etc.

When I got at the salon, I felt a little apprehensive. I didn’t care about being naked on her table; I was worried about the upcoming pain. No matter how little she takes off, I never enjoy waxing! It doesn’t feel good, yes it kind of got easier over the years, but still I don’t like some areas – it hurts! Call me a wuss, I don’t care!

She started by my bikini area, which she does regularly, then she went into the “bush” –literally! The first strip was… unpleasant. Then the further in “the wild” she’d go, the more unwelcomed each motion was! Pain! I tell you!

She was nice and all, and would pause every so often (not often enough if you ask me!), but man, as she was getting further from the belly button, the worst it got. I even yelped at one point! Hurting! Sheer pain!!
She’d say, “it’s almost over” and yet proceed to do more! I’ve never realised how big my pubic area feels when lying on my back while every little single hair is being pulled out! It’s huge! I’m telling you! A friend of ours refers to the area as a “tarte de poil” (hair pie), it felt more like I had a “jumbo size pizza” down there! And the worst part is, I’m not that hairy!

My tolerance was being yanked off my body with each hair she was plucking. I couldn’t bear it any more, and told her to stop. She was almost done… Too bad! I sat up and looked at my glowing red vulva, and decided that a landing strip would do just fine! It’s crooked? Too bad, so sad!

The saddest part was that as I was looking at myself, I couldn’t help to think of this…

I’m sure tomorrow’s surgery will be “easy” compare to this! At least tomorrow I’ll have some drugs in me!

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Photos: Bikini & Pain