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This is in response to Lili Radloff's column, Our biggest beauty blunders.
I tried to do my own Brazilian wax and it was the first time I ever used wax.
I bought blocks of wax, melted it into an old butter container before locking myself in the bathroom of my parents’ house.
I took a seat on the cold floor and decided that the only way I was going to be able to do this is to just put wax on the WHOLE area I wanted to wax.
I'm still not sure what went wrong. Maybe it was spread to thick. Or maybe I didn’t wait long enough. But as I tried to remove the first piece of wax, it just melted like flopped microwave fudge. I tried waiting a little longer, but it stayed that way.
Now, I was sitting on the floor with a fanny full of flopped fudge-like wax. The only way I could remove it was to painstakingly pull miniature pieces off and that wasn't going to happen.
This was before the age of having access to Google or to internet on your cellphones.
I managed to get hold of my sister and asked for her advice. I don’t remember her advice, but I remember that it didn't work.
In the end, I managed to get most of the wax off with a very hot and long shower and washcloth. For a week thereafter I had my underwear sticking to the wax still left on my nether regions.
As soon as I could afford it I started reluctantly going to professionals. I'm just so shy with someone being so close down there.
