Waxed Pits and Why Women Endure Painful Beauty Treatments

I thought it would be funny to video myself while getting my underarms waxed. I envisioned myself yelling something hilarious like, "Ahhhhh, Kelly Clarkston!" like Steve Carell in "40 Year Old Virgin" while he screams profanities and hair is violently ripped off his chest.

It was not as funny as I had anticipated. It hurt. A lot.

This afternoon, as I have gone about my day out of the office, I made a decision to stop all I was doing and start a conversation. Ladies, why do we partake in such painful experiences all in pursuance of an objective opinion of outward beauty? 

My opinion?
For the sake of femininity.

As I begrudgingly grew out my armpit hair to the necessary quarter inch, the more my underarm resembled a young man's facial hair. Not cool.

As the scruffiness turned into full blown Sasquatch, I counted down the hours until my appointment to wax that crap off as I hoped the ripping sensation and blunt armpit trauma would be worth the excruciating pain and potential hospitalization. I have been told once or twice that I exaggerate. I beg to differ.

Even just a quarter inch of underarm hair felt masculine and gross. It was not soft and delicate and lovely, words that describe the femininity of women. One thing I love about being a woman is feeling graceful, delicate and beautiful. It's a girl thing! And one quarter inch underarm hair robbed me from the feeling of delicacy.

Was it worth the pain?
Heck YES! I will have baby-butt-soft underarms for at least a week, maybe more, and the smoothness brought me right back to that feeling of womanhood and femininity I was missing.

So, decide for yourself if it's worth the pain. Relax. Partaking in beauty/womanliness enhancing upkeep is okay. I hope you delight in your feminine frilly-ness. Enjoy your makeup, lotions and potions. If it's for you...and you alone.

Feeling beautiful is a gift.