After over 17 years of marriage, my husband and I have found ourselves navigating the sometimes tricky waters of maintaining a vibrant romantic life. We’ve dabbled in various ways to keep the spark alive: from playful lingerie to adult toys and even some unconventional methods (no, we’ve never used a power tool, thank you very much). One of my favorite ways to add a little excitement has been through artful grooming—shaping my pubic hair into whimsical designs like hearts and arrows. It turns out, I’ve been channeling my inner artist, and my canvas just happens to be down there.
For my husband’s last birthday, I thought I’d surprise him with a Brazilian wax. Having never experienced a waxing session before, I was admittedly a bit apprehensive. I scheduled the appointment without a second thought, but on the day of, nerves kicked in. As the technician entered, I gave her a nervous nod.
“First time?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
She calmly explained the process and mentioned that she’d start with the most sensitive area first. After a quick trim to manage the “forest,” I was ready—or so I thought. As the technician began, I braced myself, thinking, “I’ve given birth twice; how bad can this be?”
Then came the first rip. I wanted to scream, “HOLYMOTHEROFALLTHATISHOLY!” but instead, I managed a suppressed, “I’m okay.” She assured me that the initial pain was the worst of it.
And thus began what felt like an eternity of discomfort. I tried to focus on my breathing, but the sensation was overwhelming. Finally, after what felt like an endless session, the technician applied a soothing balm. I was relieved, but the experience had me vowing to never repeat it.
Three Reasons I’m Done with Brazilian Waxes
However, it wasn’t just the pain that led to my decision to abandon Brazilian waxes. Three main reasons solidified my choice:
- The Shock of Reality: After the technician left, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What horrified me wasn’t just the new look but the realization that my pregnancy stretch marks extended into my intimate area. They looked like misguided arrows or lightning bolts, and I felt more exposed than ever.
- Unexpected Horniness: With the absence of hair, I found myself in a constant state of arousal. It was distracting—imagine feeling that way at work or while grocery shopping! My husband was thrilled, but I didn’t anticipate the overwhelming desire that accompanied my newly bare look.
- The Agony of Regrowth: As the hair began to grow back, what started as bliss turned into discomfort. I quickly discovered I was prone to ingrown hairs, leading to an itching that was unbearable. I felt like I had been in a medieval drama, suffering from ailments that made me feel less than desirable.
Given all this, I’ve officially declared my Brazilian waxing days over. I’ll stick to my creative grooming techniques, perhaps experimenting with something fun like a chili pepper design next.
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Summary
After an eye-opening experience with a Brazilian wax, I’ve decided to abandon the practice altogether. The pain was only the beginning; the realization of body changes, unexpected arousal, and the discomfort of regrowth solidified my choice. I’ll return to my creative grooming methods that keep things exciting without the hassle.