My FIRST Bikini Wax (Brazilian, Baby!)

Bikini Wax — the inhumane practice of one passionately ripping your nether regions’ hair follicles off.

Or a Brazilian; that alias works fine, too!

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Oh, what an experience it was! My dear reader, You will have to excuse me for being graphic as you continue on reading. I am very unapologetic in regards to vividly distributing awkward mental pictures. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya!

I’ve always wondered how different life would be if my nether regions were to be completely bare. Well, one time I used Veet’s hair removal gel cream, but that left behind a smooth-fuzzy combination…Not to mention, when I used soap to cleanse, it stung like God knows what! Yeah, that didn’t fall to far from an epic fail. Though the removal cream got the hair off, I still wouldn’t count that as bare. That will be a method that I won’t miss! Plus, now that I think of it, I wouldn’t consider it a safe one either. I’m a survivor, so I lived to tell my story. *lights candle*

For the most part, I’m used to just trimming my vaginal Forrest and going on about my day! (Without a care in the world, i might add.) That’s all it took for me to feel comfy in my pants. The reason I was so mellow about it was because I was taught that we all need a little bit of hair down there. Reason being, our pubes help catch bacteria from direct contact with the vagina, refraining us from catching yeast infections and so forth. Hey! Whatever! I don’t know if it’s a myth or not, but either way, I wasn’t bothered by a few strands down there 😉

During sex, My boyfriend didn’t have a problem with it. If it didn’t bother him, it didn’t bother me. (I don’t know, maybe he was into that type of thing) We were comfortable with one another so it was no biggie…but something prompted me to get a bikini wax. I don’t know where I grew the balls to even consider the idea being thought! But that’s what happened. It was thought. Whenever the notion of a bikini wax would tickle my mind, I always flinched at the potential agony I could so very much easily see myself enduring.

I’ve made up my mind — I was going to do it. I was going to get a full Brazilian bikini wax. Bald eagle. Yep, I said it.

But I wasn’t about to just show up at any ol’ place, though. I hopped on Yelp, and started skimming through countless reviews. I finally found a place that caught my attention. It was a place called ‘Queens Beauty Parlor’ .. LOVE that place. There were also complimentary refreshments while you wait 🙂  I can go on and on about the hospitality, but after all this post is about my first bikini wax experience! If you’re curious, click here to read my full review of their business and employees on Yelp. (My name is Chrissie D. on there! Request me if you want!)

Feeling determined, I called and made an appointment. We arrived right on time. It was a slow day, however, It was very clear that they were popular. I waited for about 15 minutes, Not bad! I was advised to undress in a small room. This was it guys. I kept thinking it wasn’t too late to turn back…I’m not even gonna lie, I was acting pussy. (No pun intended)

I took my pants off, and lied on the table. The words ‘I’m ready’ hesitantly escaped from my lips. My waxing technician emerged and introduced herself. She was sweet and that subsided my nervousness 🙂

She sprinkled this special powder over my my vagina. I asked her what purpose did the powder play, and she told me that it absorbs the natural body oils and stops the wax from sticking to your skin. It was also supposed to hurt less when you rip off the hair. Thank God. She proceeded to wax my bikini line first. It tickled so much! I busted out laughing due to me failing to collect myself. It was so unexpected but I wasn’t ashamed. Finally, she got to the middle of my vagina, I flinched a few times. She had this technique she did when it started getting a little serious. She lightly slapped where she waxed to distracted me from being too focused. The pain wasn’t unbearable. Actually, I think I overestimated the pain. I expected it to feel like death. lol. When she was done, she waxed in between my cheeks (Very uncomfortable for  me, I was trying so hard to not pass sudden gas in her face.) I’m a creep, I know.

I  WAS FINISHED! She put a cream solution on me and i was out the door! For the first time in my life, I felt free.


Walking felt weird….







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