Confessions of a City Slicker

Brazilian waxing has gotta be the best invention in the world for womankind.

I must admit, before I got my first Brazilian, I never gave a lot of thought to the conditions down South.  You know, as long as conditions remain sterile, that is.  And oh, when Aunt comes a-visitin’, yeah, that’s a real bitch.  But other than that, everything was fine and dandy.

Nowadays, one, just one new growth and out come the tweezers or the wax strips if I’m too lazy.

I actually started on the Brazilian on a DIY basis, which has resulted in lots of injury and the occassional bleeders.  Well, there was virtually zero professional Brazilian waxers in this tiny island at that time.

I was introduced to my first professional job by a gal pal during a trip to KL.  I can’t thank you enough for that, E.  Muax!

Now that there is a place to do it in my own backyard, I can happily make my monthly trips there.

My fave therapist, bless her, with her sweet smile and incredibly large, bright eyes, always takes amazing care of me.

Oh, the freshness after each treatment, makes me skip out of there with a silly grin on my face.

She told me once that since I manage to maintain it well enough on my own, I can just go in once every 2 months. OMG!  I think I’ll go crazy.

One thing about a Brazilian, once you got it, you must have it all the time.