Submitted by Susan K.
When it comes to my first brazilian wax experience, only one word describes how I felt leading up to that experience: Nervous. My curiosity prior to this experience lead me down a twisted road of mixed Internet reviews. Some women claim it to be far worse than child birth and while some…not so much. Curiosity did indeed kill the cat and I found myself wanting to know where I’d be categorized. Would I be classified as a woman who fancied child birth over a brazilian wax or a woman who considered it a second nature act…or would I find myself in between? In short…was I woman enough to handle someone slathering hot wax on my girly bits?
Thinking of all those questions inspired the nervous feelings. Despite this, I decided to down an aspirin an hour before my wax appointment and told myself to suck it up. In the process of me ’sucking it up,’ I found myself greeted by the salon receptionist, “What kind of pain can we inflict on you today?”
In a flash, all efforts of sucking-it-up-age gone.
Luckily, my brazilian waxer restored these efforts by explaining the procedure to me, cracking jokes here and there. Although it only lasted half an hour with mini breaks included, it seemed like I spent less time because she was making me laugh so much. Laughter I found, did much to ease the pain. According to my waxer, regardless of your tolerance of pain, pain during a brazilian wax isn’t completely absent. For me, it wasn’t unbearable. Painful, yes. But bearable. Areas most sensitive to me, felt the most pain. What’s great about waxing is, is that the pain doesn’t linger. You’re only in pain for a few seconds.
After I was finished, I was given some oil-based wax remover and Aloe Vera to ease the redness the waxing caused. At this point, I was feeling really good about myself for enduring something that some women can’t even bear the thought of. Aside from this, I felt really clean down there — not to mention sexy. As it wasn’t horribly painful for me, I’d now classify myself as being in between the two categories of women. While it was painful, it’s not pain that I would never ever subject myself to again. It was bearable.