Self-waxer: a second no-no.
In an attempt to partake in more feminine activities, I decided to listen in on my housemates' conversations about getting things waxed - this seems to be a regular female grooming festivity in the house - particularly the miniscule hairs on their faces in inconvenient areas. So I went to Shoppers to pick up a box of facial wax.
After following all of the instructions to the T, I rip the wax strip off my face - only to see about 2 hairs actually stuck to the wax strip. Completely confused and frustrated, I repeat this a few more times on the same spot (also a big no no apparently). This continues for about ten minute before I realize that this is probably not going to work - not after upsetting about half of the capillary beds under my skin. At this point, frustrated with the possibility of walking around looking like a human tomato for a week, and with random hairs here and there, I grab a pair of tweezers to do the job that the wax was supposed to do in the first place. Ten minutes and ten pieces of wax and a pair of tweezers later, my capillary beds are screaming out in discomfort. Unfortunately, those attention-seeking bastards just had to scream this out to the rest of the world for a week after this particular incident
Long story short - just leave your face the way it is. Trust me and Bruno Mars - you are indeed amazing just the way you are.
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