A chair or so down from me was a girl about ten years old. She looked over when one of the ladies brought the wax to my table and worked my brows back into submission. (Fellas?) Her mom laughed, in a way that only ladies who have been waxed can laughed, and asked her daughter, "Do you want your brows done?" The girl hesitated and watched.
This reminded me of the very first time I got my brows done. They're not bad naturally (fellas?) but a little but of sculpting goes a long way. Thankfully I had armrests the first time. The wax doesn't feel bad when it's applied, but once the ripping strip is on, you know this isn't going to be
I'll tell you, the rip made me almost jump out of the chair. That shit HURTS, people! And then I had to endure more. Once the lady ripped out the hair from the eye side of my brows, I was in tears. And then there was another eye. Once you know true pain, you cannot believe you have to endure it on your opposite side.
But I got through it, again and again, and then went back and have now had this "beauty" treatment done more times that I can count. It's not so bad now, although I think what gets to me is the anticipation. I now longer jump, or have to hold a stress ball (although I might still when I get a blood draw).
Still, my reaction, and the subsequent pinkness around my brows which lasts for about ten minutes, made this little girl tell her mom, "No! I do not want to be waxed!"
Godspeed, girl. Your day is coming soon enough.
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