Guest Blog - My First Ever Wax

Over the lockdowns and restrictions of the past year, working/studying from home I did not need to go anywhere, see anyone, or do anything major outside of the house.

I spent a good portion of that time in winter clothing which, unsurprisingly, covered my legs and meant that sleeveless tops were a thing of dreams. My body hair was of little concern and, in part due to the boredom of lockdown, I challenged myself not to use a razor and go au naturale. I had always detested the faff that went along with the process of shaving and, from memory, I had never let it get to its full length. I started with my underarm hair which, surprisingly, bothered me little. I then did away with shaving altogether because, well, I had bigger things to worry about (and my husband was the only one who saw me anyway).

But while I was happy enough not shaving, and the curiosity of finding out exactly how long my body hair would get was fulfilling at the start, we have quickly come to a point where I would love nothing more than to go out in a pair of shorts, ¾ length jeans or a sundress. And as interesting as my experiment was for my own edification, I am at a point where I would like it gone. But the ease of not shaving has stuck and I still cannot be bothered, no matter how much I would like to be rid of it, to shave. To own it, I am too impatient and too busy with work and studies to bother with it day in, day out. While I would love to have the confidence to just go out in a skirt without any modifications, I am admittedly self-conscious about it. I really dislike the look of my leg hair – perhaps especially on the lower half of my legs as it is much more noticeable than that of my thighs. 

So I decided to give waxing a try. I have been curious about it for years and had always expected I would be priced out of it. I thought it would have to be done almost as frequently as shaving. I also expected that the length it would take to get to a point where it was possible to wax again would bother me. But my lockdown experiment has taught me that I can cope quite well with the hair… for a time. 

Before heading to Paula’s for my appointment, she took the time to send me a friendly reminder message with some things to keep in mind. Mostly, not to use perfumed products and to wear appropriate clothing to feel comfortable afterwards. In hindsight, this was really helpful so I did not feel the embarrassment that often comes with being a novice to something.

I hopped onto the table and felt right at home with Paula. She made me feel so comfortable despite it being a new, slightly nerve wracking, experience. The wax felt warm and nice. The rip? Well, I was pleasantly surprised at how easily I could handle it. Paula talked me through it all, making sure I was feeling ok the whole time. At the end of the day, I am so happy with the results.

I was nervous before getting my legs waxed - a good kind of nervous. I had never before had it done and wasn’t sure what to expect. I had heard it hurt, but that doesn’t exactly tell me much or in what way. I hopped onto the table and felt right at home with Paula. She made me feel so comfortable despite it being a new, slightly nerve wracking, experience. The wax felt warm and nice. The rip? Well, I was pleasantly surprised at how easily I could handle it. Paula talked me through it all, making sure I was feeling ok the whole time. At the end of the day, I am so happy with the results. This blog has been written over the course of a month and now I am pleased to say that more than two weeks on, the hair has grown back but, it’s a patchy, light growth that isn’t very noticeable. I have honestly been blown away with the economy of getting a wax for the results.

With near certainty, I can say that I am not going to be going back to shaving. If you can manage one hour of intermittent discomfort for weeks of not having to shave? It’s a no brainer.