No, it is nothing frilly, or anything in the mere stretch of the imagination that is going to make me feel ultra feminine about myself. However, it is something that makes me embrace the inner me, the me that I quite diligently hide from the world!!
What is it you ask??? What could I have possibly bought that is going to make me acknowledge who I really am???
Well, let me give you a little background information first.
You see folks, I'm hairy. Hairy as they come. I don't know why, or how this has happened, but it has. No one, I mean no one, in family is hairy. Just lil' ol' me!!!
Of course I fight against this oddity that has been inflicted upon me.
How do I fight back you ask??
Simple... I'm a waxing addict!!
Like a good girl, I have a standing appointment every two weeks with my AMAZING esthetician Cyndi, who awaits me with her "golden pot of torture" and her "macabre tools."
|The Golden Pot of Torture|
What a dear Cyndi is...
Please pay close attention to the eyebrows!
- She is kind enough to take her precious little cotton strips, press them gently upon my upper lip, and then RIP!!