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The Story That Brought Tears To My Eyes.

I’ve been going through all my old e-mails lately.  You know, just so I can delete the many, OK several thousand spam e-mails I get each year.  I have several very busy e-mail in-boxes as you can imagine.  Well, anyways, you don’t want to hear about that, however I could spend some time enlightening you on how many different “companies” want to improve my man-hood.  Ahem!  As I was mass-browsing though all these gems I found this one, forwarded to me from a friend, that I kept from a couple years ago and I really feel the need to share it with all of you.  It’s a wonderful, heartfelt, story that so many women will understand.  Warning, you might shed a few tears.  Oh, and I want to say now that I wish I could give credit to the author but I have no clue who it really is.  If you’re reading this or you know who wrote this please let me know because I’d love to give her a hug and tell her “I’ve been there.”

Are ya ready?????????????????????????????????????????????????????

 

“Hair removal 101…
All hair removal methods have tricked us with their promises of easy, painless removal – The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now…the wax.

My night began as any other normal weekday night.  Come home fix dinner, played with the kids.  I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: Maybe I should pull the wax out of the medicine cabinet.  So I headed to the site of my demise; the bathroom.  It was one of those cold wax kits.  No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand and then they get warm and you peel them apart press it to your leg (or wherever else) and hair comes right off.  No muss, no fuss.  How hard can it be?  I mean I’m no girly, girl but I am mechanically inclined enough that I can figure it out.

*YA THINK!!!*

So I pull one of the thin strips out.  Its two strips facing each other stuck together.  Instead of rubbing them together, I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.  Cold wax my rear end (Oh how this phrase haunts me!)

I lay the strip across my thigh.  Hold the skin around it tight and pull.  OK so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad.  I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me!  I am She-ra, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I moved north.  After checking on the kids I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.

I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.  Using the same procedure I apply the wax strip across the right side of bikini line, covering the right half of my va-ja-ja and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip). 

I inhale deeply and brace myself.  RRRRIIIPPP!!!!  I’m blind!!!  Blinded from pain!!!!…. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!  Vision returning, I notice that
I’ve only managed to pull off half of the strip.

S**T!!!  Another deep breath and RRIIPP.  Everything is swirly and spotted.  Do I hear crashing drums???  OK, back to normal..  I want to see my trophy – A wax covered strip with my hairy pelt, that has caused me so much pain, sticking to it.  I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair.  I hold up the strip!  There’s no hair on it.  Where is the hair???  WHERE IS THE WAX???  Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.  I see the hair.  The hair that should be on the strip.  I touch.  I am touching wax.  S**T!!!  I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.  Then I make the next BIG mistake……………….remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet.  I know I need to do something.  So I put my foot down.  DAMN!!!!!!!!

I hear the slamming of the cell door.  Vagina???  Sealed shut.  Butt???  Sealed shut.  I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself  “Please don’t let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!  Then I have a great idea! Hot water!!  Hot
water melts wax!!  So… I’ll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off right???*WRONG!!!!!!!*
I get in the tub – the water is slightly hotter than then that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment – I sit.  Now, the only thing worse that having your nether businesses glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub in scalding hot water.  Which, by the way, doesn’t melt cold wax.  So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub!!  God bless the man that convinced me I should have a phone in the bathroom!!!!!  I call my friend thinking surely she’s waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone.  It’s a very good conversation starter  “So, my butt and whoo-ha are stuck to the bottom of the tub!”  There is a slight pause.  She doesn’t have a secret trick but does try to hide the laughter from me.  She wants to know exactly where the wax is located on bottom “Are we talking cheeks or hole or what?”  She’s laughing out loud by now…I can hear her.  I give her the entire ridiculous rundown.  Then she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.  YEAH!!!!!  Right!!  I should be the joke of someone else’s night.  While we go through various solutions.  I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor.  Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then try shaving the sticky wax off!!  By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I slip into glazed donut land.  My ‘friend’ is still talking with me and my hand reaches towards the saving grace….the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.  What do I really have to lose at this point?

I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!  The scream probably woke the kids, scared the dickens out of my ‘friend’, but I really don’t care.  “IT WORKS!!  It works!!”  I get a hearty congratulations from my ‘friend’ and she hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair…THE HAIR IS STILL THERE………………………….

ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

So I shaved it off.  Heck, what have I got to lose?  I’m numb at this point.

Next week, I think I’m going to try hair color……REMEMBER ME IN YOUR PRAYERS!!!”

 

Told you it would make you cry!  TGIF my friends! Share this with someone you love!!!!!!

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