For my holiday to Corfu, I decided that I just could not be arsed with shaving my legs. I couldn't be bothered with doing shower yoga everyday to remove stubble from my pins and adding a good few minutes onto my routine each day. Not to mention probably giving myself razor burn and cuts and rashes in the process... not when I'm on my hols, no siree.
So I plucked up the courage and booked myself in for a wax. Having silky smooth, totally hair free legs for at least a couple of weeks sounded ideal, and I was actually kinda excited to have hot sticky wax smothered on my shins and have the satisfaction of watching my pesky hairs be violently ripped out... I hope that doesn't sound too weird!
The Tuesday before my holiday (two days before takeoff) was the big day... wax day. To be honest, I was nervous. I didn't think I would be. I've always prided myself on having a pretty high pain tolerance, passed down from my grandmother - definitely not my mom, there is no way on earth that she would willingly have someone rip hairs out of her little leggies. What I found most nerve-wracking wasn't actually the prospect of pain however, but simply just stepping inside the shop. I know it was silly, but the perfectly preened ladies behind the desk intimidated me... Did I look like the type that goes for a wax?! Was my makeup okay?! Did I look a tad sweaty from my little walk to the salon from the bus?! All these silly and unnecessary thoughts prevented me from tentatively pushing open the shop door until the clock told me I really had to. Also, I was somewhat embarrassed about there being a busy coffee shop right next door... and the salon being on a very busy road in general. I felt like I was wearing a huge placard with I'M ABOUT TO GET MY HAIRY LEGS WAXED plastered on it. Not that there's anything wrong or embarrassing about having a wax (or hairy legs) in the slightest... But for some reason I couldn't help feeling kind of flustered and shy.
Fortunately, I managed to enter the salon, tell the woman behind the desk my name and sit myself in the waiting area successfully. A few minutes later a pretty, cheery girl, only a year or two older than myself called my name and took me through to the back... There was no backing out at this point... and I felt ready. I was led into a little treatment room and basically told to strip off - well only my jeans (thankfully haha).
One thing I didn't expect was quite how sweaty getting waxed can be... sorry if this is gross but this post is an honest one! The treatment room was very compact and my bottom half was coated in hot wax, couple this with the pain... and I'm not ashamed to admit that I had quite a sweat on. My therapist said this was totally normal, and that she thinks you haven't been for a good wax if you don't break out in a sweat!
Although it was bearable, I was bloody glad when it was over. I was disappointed that there were quite a few hairs that had been stubborn and refused to come out. Maybe my legs weren't gonna be all that silky smooth after all. My therapist had warned me of this before she started however, so I wasn't angry or anything! Just a bit disappointed... all that pain and not even a hairless leg! I think she said it was because I don't wax regularly... or maybe some hairs weren't quite long enough... either way it didn't matter too much in the long run. The left over hairs were so light and fair that they were hardly noticeable.
I left the salon feeling slightly sticky and slimy thanks to the soothing gel stuff they slather on you at the end, but also feeling rather accomplished. I hadn't cried, or even whimpered. I'd been a trooper.
One thing that I found interesting about the whole waxing experience was that it did me good to grow out my leg hair. I used to be so self-conscious about having dark hairs and felt like my legs never looked smooth even when I shaved them meticulously. Growing the hair out for a wax meant I had to deal with having hairy legs. And it really wasn't that bad. I realised that I'd over exaggerated how furry they were in my mind and that in reality, they are a pretty normal pair of pins that grow a pretty normal amount of hair. I'd also been a bit embarrassed about having hairy legs around Tom too, but he didn't mind, or if he did he kept it to himself anyway! He's a good egg. I also want to say that if you want to rock your hairy legs and say "screw you" to hair removal, good for you! Whether you go for a natural look or prefer to be hair-free, it's all good! :)
My holiday has been and gone now and I defo have some regrowth. Although most of it is probably down to the fact that I did cave and end up shaving the stubborn remaining hairs after a week or so. I'm crossing my fingers that I won't get dreaded ingrown hairs like I did when I epilated my legs a couple of years ago... they were a nightmare. I've been exfoliating and moisturizing lots, so hopefully that''ll help prevent those little bastards.
So that's pretty much all I have to say on the topic. I'm glad that I went for the wax as it did make it so much quicker to get ready on holiday and made me feel more confident in a bikini. I hope this helps any of you waxing newbies out there!