The other day I decided to commit to a leg waxing appointment after over a decade of avoiding that hot, satanic, sticky liquid people call wax - & it reminded me of the full journey I have been on with my fantastically, genetically gifted dark hair I have embraced over the past 28 years…
I had my first leg waxing experience when I was in Year 3 or 4, which means I was between the age of 7-9, which also means I was definitely hairier than most of my peers, which meant that this whole hair removal process started waaaay before I needed it to. Don’t get me wrong I am definitely not alone, if anything I sit in a category most women would want to sit in with regards to the hair growth.
With this I have always made open comments on my hairiness, whether it be my lack of leg shaving due to pure ‘I can’t be arsed’ moments or ‘I’m definitely not having sex’ moments. I also openly share my hair removal routines to most because I find it pretty hilarious and some women sometimes don’t feel comfortable with where they are with they are at with body acceptance, let alone another added factor of hair.
Luckily I now live in Bali, a place where hairy armpits and female body hair is almost embraced due to the hippy like culture in which I live in, but for me…it’s a definite no go, I prefer it off and would like to tend to it as little as possible, until recently. I decided this past week to the commit to the leg hair growth, not that it takes me long anyway (thanks genetics), and hit up the waxing salon & it honestly inspired me to share my hilarious 30minute journey.
Throughout my life I have had comments made every so often, from ex-boyfriends or during ‘who’s legs are hairiest due to being single’ moments. I had one ex that used to rub his face on my unshaved legs to ‘spur’ his facial hair on…it didn’t work, 8 years later and he still has minimal. I’ve had eyebrow threaders venture onto my forehead because they’re so used to Arabic facial threading that they thought any type of facial hair must be removed…and no I definitely do not look like Wookie from Star Wars before you begin to imagine hairs sprouting all over my face.
But today was a new level for me, and it just HAD to be shared. Within most Asian cultures that I have experienced, correct me if I’m wrong of course, women tend not to have much of a filter & today was no exception. Today, during my half leg wax, I was told that I had ‘much hair’ - to which I am aware…hence the wax. I was lying on my front, messaging my mum and others about the situation I was in, when suddenly the satanic wax was smeared across my bum cheeks…yes, you read that correctly, according to the fantastic Indonesian woman, I was now branded as the white girl with the hairy arse.
Something I had never even thought of, let alone was aware of, hairy bum cheeks? I have HAIRY BUM CHEEKS? All these racing thoughts then began to shoot through my mind of those I’ve dated & to the tiny bikinis I happily flaunt at the beach - had I been walking round with furry cheeks without even realizing!? HORROR. How could I overcome this embarrassment!? Would I ever live this down? Why hadn’t my friends told me about this…
Well, the fun wasn’t over yet, next thing I knew another woman was called in to help with the leg waxing process, to which they then began questioning where I was from and the ethnicity of my parents…& then it became realllllyyy official, I will forever be remembered as the white girl with the excessive hair & I’m not sure I can ever venture back.
Now, before you think I am a complete nutcase for sharing my story, and I probably am, I just couldn’t help but think how far I have come from this embarrassed girl, shying away from the world, to the woman I am today for embracing every single part of myself - hair and all. I assure you, as will others, that I in fact do not have excessive amounts of hair, but today I became the hairiest woman in Bali, getting waxed from bum cheeks to hip crease. A day I will never forget & a day that really made me appreciate & love myself and other women for all parts of their body.
I will never be ‘perfect’ & that definition is so skewed now, but with my new found hairless cheeks I will forever be grateful for the body that I am in, the love I give out and the love in which I receive - whether hairless or not.
Never shy away or dim your light for anything. Men included. Create the change & inspire those around you to do that too - even if means sharing your most embarrassing waxing moments.