The first is the worst.

I was not planning on writing about my first bikini wax.

But ladies – What the hell is wrong with you?!

Or maybe I should be yelling at the men. Or the Brazilians. Whose idea was this anyway? I should google that.

On a whim, I scheduled a bikini wax before my Florida trip. I thought it would be nice not to have to worry about shaving. My sister highly recommended that I request the woman that does her bikini waxes.

The more my bikini area grew in preparation, the more nervous I got about someone ripping my course Mexican hairs out with wax. I brought up my upcoming bikini wax to every woman I know. I found out that I am the only one not waxing.

I also found out, “the first is the worst.”

Oh, it will hurt. But this girl is fast. You will be done in 10 minutes. Use their lotions they give you afterwards. That will help. Your first time will be the worst.

Yeah, I’ve had one. It hurt really bad. But my pain tolerance is very low. You should be ok. I’ve heard the first is the worst. But I’ve only had one.

I’m not going to lie. The first time will hurt. But it gets better after that and you’ll love it.

I mean it’s not fun. But it’s so worth it. The first is the worst. I’ll be getting one on that day too! Guess I’ll have a bloody mary that morning.

I texted my sister in the parking lot of the wax place:

Ok. I'm here. SCARED!

Ok. I’m here. SCARED!

Sister: Ha! This will totally be blog worthy.

Me: WHAT?! NO! Don’t say that!

I walked inside. I was ushered into a room by a gorgeous woman.

Hi Julie. I’m Hollie. So you want a Brazilian today?

Me: Yes. It’s my first time. I’m scared!

Hollie: The first is the worst. Take off everything from waist down and lay on the table with your feet together, butterfly style.

Oh. Ok then. Hello! No towel or sheet or anything.

I hopped up on the table. I arranged my legs butterfly style and stared at the ceiling.

I’ll never make eye contact with this woman again.

Hollie: Ok. I won’t be able to get everything because there is a cycle that hair comes in. I should be able to make you look good though. After your next appointment in about 3 to 4 weeks, you should be caught up.

Me: Oh, ok. That will be fine. I’m going to Florida on Monday. I just don’t want to have to shave. My sister recommended this place to me. She said you’re good.

Hollie: I thought you looked familiar! But then I saw you are a first time customer and got confused.

Me: Oh…yeah I guess we look alike.

Wait, what. I hope she’s talking about our face.

Me: I have two little girls.

Hollie: Really? How old?

Me: 7 and 4.

Hollie: Are they going to Florida too?

Me: Yep.

She dumped baby powder all over me. She smoothed out warm wax.

I should have said I gave birth vaginally to explain myself. Ha! I crack myself up.

She ripped.

Oh God.

Hollie: What part of Florida are you going to?

Me: Um…the Keys. My husband is from South Florida. We have friends down there …

She ripped again.

NO! Oh God. Help me. I can’t talk.

Hollie: That is awesome to have friends down there. I’m so jealous!

She ripped.

Oh God. I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding all over the table. I need to pee.

Rip.

I just peed. Which way is up?

Hollie: Sorry, those were sensitive ones. Those are over.

My hands were covered in sweat.

Hollie: I’ll do a couple clean up ones. They won’t hurt as bad. Promise.

Rip.

I’ll just shave. I’ll shave. I promise I’ll shave really good.

Rip.

Am I in labor? I’m peeing on the table again.

Hollie: Ok, now for the butt strips. These are easy.

Wait, what. The hole?

Hollie: Pull your knees up to your chest.

My arms shook while trying to hold my legs up. I felt warm wax applied.

I just want to be a man. I think I’m going to cry. Did I wipe good?

Rip.

Why am I a woman?

Rip.

Why am I Mexican?

Hollie: I’ll tweeze what I can of the smaller hairs. Those will come out nicely in 4 weeks. You’ll look good for Florida.

I felt dots of fire.

Hollie: All done! You look good. I’m going to rub some of our lotion to help with the redness. And I’ll give you some samples to take home. Once you get dressed, I’ll walk you out.

I paid and in my moment of pain-stricken horror, I made an appointment for 4 weeks later. The receptionist looked at my pale face and promised me it wouldn’t be as bad next time. I waddled to my car and texted my sister:

Noooo! Put it all back!!!

Noooo! Put it all back!!!

I called Scott in the car. I had to let him know this was his entire fault.

Me: SCOTT. I hate men. I hate Brazilians. I hate women that keep doing this to give the rest of us a high standard to meet. SHIT. Dammit, I almost hit a car. I don’t feel good. I don’t feel good at all. I’m going to throw up chunks.

Scott laughed. I could tell from Scott’s laugh that he didn’t know whether I was really mad or joking.

I hung up on Scott for laughing.

I could still feel the rips all over, radiating. I started to cry. I considered calling the wax place to tell them they need to warn first-timers to get a driver home.

I pulled up to our driveway and waddled in our house. Scott saw me and laughed. He didn’t say a word. He pointed to the two Tylenols ready for me with a glass of water. He started texting our friend, Devon, and started giggling again.

I sent a single picture text to every woman I know who has had a bikini wax:

FML

FML

I got LOLs and “the first is the worst” texted right back to me.

I can only hope in 4 weeks they are right. At least I was warned.

** I will not be writing a blog post this week. I will be in Florida, tossing my razor into the ocean – maybe it will float its way to Brazil.

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17 thoughts on “The first is the worst.

    • ksujulie says:

      Thanks, it will be a fun time! Easily in the top 3 worst pain I have had. Yeah, I probably shouldn’t throw my razor into the ocean. I’ll get Mexican man hair on my legs.

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      • That is hilarious! I have never been waxed and your story just solidified why! Hope your next appointment is less painful. At least you’ll know what to expect this time!

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      • I did end up going back. It’s not nearly as bad as the first time. But I’m glad I’m meeting women that haven’t waxed! I felt like the only one NOT waxing.

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    • ksujulie says:

      It was bad. I think I would tell a first timer to take Tylenol before the appointment and after. And buy some kind of numbing cream. A shot of whiskey. Somethin’. Man.

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  1. I worked (briefly) at a spa that did waxing! Whenever we had new aestheticians start, they’d practice on all the staff. I was nearly roped into a Brazilian, but I was afraid and managed to weasel out. But as bad as my razor burn gets, maybe I should do it. And honestly, they tell everyone to not take any type of blood thinners before- shots, bloody marys, tylenol or anything. Can cause you to bleed more easily.

    We once had a pregnant lady come in and get a Brazilian. Clearly, she was some sort of brave Amazon warrior woman.

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    • ksujulie says:

      Well that’s good to know not to take anything before! I wondered why they didn’t tell me to take Tylenol beforehand… I’ll see if my 2nd waxing is any better… Lol
      I don’t think I could wax anyone, I would feel bad! Ha

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  2. Ah, the moment when your partner can’t tell if you’re really mad or joking. Sometimes I’m not sure either, which is perhaps the most dangerous. What I DO know is that your husband’s Tylenol response was the right one!

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  3. veronicageorge7 says:

    Lies! It can go badly sometimes! 😦
    I had to see a new lady once because my normal girl had a baby and was on maternity leave. HOLY SHITZBALLS. She literally took skin off my vajayjay. The size of a dime. And whatever wax she chose to use wasn’t as good as the other girls’ so I got like 20 ingrown hairs and had to go to my ob/gyn! It was horrible. I never went back and it’s been a few years now lol.

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    • Ugh, I’m sorry!! I’ve heard of bad things happening with waxes. That hasn’t happened to me. The place I go to has a good reputation for their Brazilians. I wouldn’t go back either, if I were you. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong era!!

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