I remember when I was 12 and finally got permission from my mom to shave my legs. I was in hog heaven as this was a big rite of passage (or so I thought at the time). I ran across the street to my friend’s house and told her the good news. Her mom gave her permission as well and we proceeded to sit on the edge of her bathtub and proceed in shaving our legs. Were there nicks? Yep. Did we miss a few spots? Oh yeah. And what did we do as soon as we were done? Put on our bathing suits and jumped in her pool. Not the smartest things to do as all you heard were screams across the neighborhood because chlorine filled water and freshly shaved legs do not mix.
Fast forward to today and I sat on the edge of my bathtub (easier than balancing myself in the shower) doing this task now, 26 years later. I wondered why I thought this was so exciting at the tender age of 12 when now it is one of those tasks that I dread. Now that spring/ summer is upon us, I have to do it more often as shirts and skirts are pulled out the closets and drawers. and the kicker is that I still nick myself (sometimes gash) and have occasionally missed a whole strip on my leg only to notice when I am out and about and can’t do a thing about it. Shaving is truly one of those things that I despise and wish wasn’t something that had to be done.
Oh what we women do to make ourselves look good. I seriously need to look into laser treatments.
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