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Do you know if you should be getting a Brazilian wax or just a wax…and does that mean your esthetician will be waxing your bum, too…and does that actually mean the anus?
Toinette and Angela share their most horrifying experiences with pubic hair in their coming-to- age years. And now that they are in their thirties…they have discovered hair changes and stops growing in some places and starts growing in other places.
- Yes, you can scream when you get waxed.
- You should ask the esthetician as many questions as you want.
- And it’s not embarrasing to wax your upper lip…if you have a mustache and you don’t like it, wax it.
Don’t miss this hilarious episode on everything you want to know about hair…Angela and Toni say things no one wants to admit about hair. They will empower you to ask the right questions at the beauty shop and to either rock the hair you’ve got or to wax what you don’t want. If you need a good laugh…you’ll find it here.
Emily says
Loved this podcast!! My girlfriends and I always talk about hair! Where it grows, where it shouldn’t!! Thanks! Always good to hear that others are thinking the same thing!!
Angela Stoner says
Emily, thank you so much for your feedback! Toni and I had a blast recording this episode…we laughed till we cried, for real! If there are any other topics you would like us to cover, please feel free to let us know!
Alicia says
Hi Girls!
Just started listening to your podcasts, and I wanted to cry and laugh right along there with you.
When I was really young, still in elementary school, I had fine black hair growing on my legs. I used to think nothing of it and used to marvel at the glistening jungle on my legs especially glittery when lit by the sun. Then POOF all in one day a short, skinny girl in my class pointed at my hairy legs and said something remarkably sting-y about the hair. Baffled, I responded nonchalantly “Oh, yah I forgot to shave this week.” Like a third grader should actually shave her legs and have the need to feel sophisticated at such a young age, I thought she would let it go. Then she teased me about shaving. It was horrible. The girl didn’t stop. After recess during the afternoon classes, she pointed out the delicate peach fuzz growing above my lip (that used to be the perfect backdrop for koolaid shadows) in front of a whole bunch of boys. “Look! Al has a moustache too!” We weren’t allowed out of our desks and I’m pretty sure holding back my tears that day was a precursor to all of the horrid things we endure as women, and that I’ve relentlessly kept dealing with.
I ran to my mom’s car when the bell rang and I was like a waterfall. I felt ashamed, like I wasn’t even a girl, and cried to my mom if God loves us and wants us to all be happy then why am I so different and why am I getting picked on? Am I really a boy, but everyone keeps calling me a girl? And if I’m a girl why do I have a mustache?
Needless to say, mom broke out the creme hair bleach that night. I think she also taught me how to shave my legs so it’s been a ritual that I loathe because I never got my glittery jungle legs back. The hair grows in thicker and darker and faster every time. I started plucking my own eyebrows in 5th grade and while the shape was more caterpillar than graceful back then, arches have been something that I have perfected.
As far as all the rest goes, nowadays I sport my spiky legs once in a while. If people give me grief, I give them hell @:) <~angelic
I have recently found a super cheap way to get rid of hair–it's called sugaring, I made my own (substituting raw sugar for real sugar) using the advice on this website: http://tipnut.com/body-sugaring/
It only takes away the hair, and not the skin so it's not *as* painful as waxing. Lebanese women mastered this technique where they reuse the same small ball of sugar without cloth over and over again. I'm hoping(okay–praying) that eventually the "regrowth" will be closer to those amazonian jungle legs that carried me effortlessly through my imagination when I was young and innocent and free.
Looking forward to listening to the rest. Thanks for the outlet, Ladies!
~Alicia