So I was pretty nervous about it and I woke up really early today because of nerves. How silly is that?! I know she sees plenty of hairy crotches day in and day out, but the idea of dropping my pants and spreading my legs for a stranger is quite nerve-wracking!

I also took two Advils an hour before, since all I could imagine in my head were my loud, glass-shattering screams reverberating through the entire salon, and that's a no bueno situation to be in. But oh my gosh, it was love at first sight when I met Bee, the waxer lady. She's such a cool, chill girl. The kind I want to be my BFF. I had to resist the urge to say, "Hey, let's go out for drinks after you finish ripping my pubes out!" (well, something like that). and I don't know if it's the ibuprofen or my high pain tolerance (which I was not aware I had) or her skills, but it barely hurt! It was truly equivalent to ripping off a band aid.

And how weird is it to look at yourself afterwards? I don't recall the last time I looked like that down there!! I am increasingly aware of how old I am now. I am always having moments where I realize this. Just the other day, I was talking to my oldest friend (from 5th grade) and we were talking about her reaching third base and things of that sort and I thought, "THIS is the girl I used to pass notes to in class? The girl I used to talk to about getting my first period and buying my first bra? HOW DID WE GET TO THIS POINT?!" Oh how life passes us by...