So, I marked another one as in progress. Today I waxed my leg. Yes, singular. My left one, to be exact.
I forgot how annoying it is. It sucks. And, ladies, I'm gonna confess a little secret of ours here. It's a pretty good secret, 'cause most of us won't even admit it to each other. It's not because it hurts that much. It doesn't. Oh, sure. You're spreading hot wax on your skin and ripping out hundreds of hairs by the root. It's intimidating. But certainly not scream worthy. We're female. Most of us give birth at some point. We can handle the waxing thing.
What's annoying is the mess. You're hands are sticky. You've got streaks of wax on your legs. Drips on the floor and a smear on the jar. Meanwhile you're bent double trying to spread more with that damn popsicle stick on the back of your thigh. And if you're a paranoid hoarder, like me, you're trying to save the strips. So the one you're using has already been used on the one side.
And it takes so long.
I'm saying I only did one leg because I ran out of wax. It's true. I need to get another jar and to the other one before they get on different schedules. But it was kinda relieving to pack up and wash my hands in those silly vials of blue oil they provide.
So, in progress. One leg smooth. The other one still resembles a little bit of a jungle. But now I have to remedy that. I'll be sitting on my kitchen floor again, soon, getting up the nerve to rip my hair out.