My first heartbreak and first bikini wax had a lot in common. For one, they both occurred when I was 17. Secondly, they both left me in tears. And third of all, they both scarred me for life.
I lost my waxing virginity to a friend who was studying for her esthetician license. She'd never waxed someone before and I'd never been waxed. There was no testing on areas of skin and no temperature check. There was only pain-pain of hair being ripped off my lady parts.
I cried. She cried. I left feeling like a damaged woman. I couldn't walk right for a week, and bought up nearly all the hydrocortisone cream CVS had in stock.
It took me a couple years to get over that experience. I told myself later: that was a total amateur waxing me-and I was so young. I was sure professional waxes would be quick and clean and over before I knew it.
So, in my early 20s, I made an appointment at a professional facility-which will remain nameless-and showed up with renewed confidence. But the
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