This blog post is one for the ladies, so it’s time to say goodbye to my most loyal reader. See you later Dad. No seriously, stop reading. Now.
Right then, hello everyone else. This is a bit of an unusual post for me. I am definitely not a ‘beauty blogger’, but this post is the exception that proves the rule.
Since about the 1920s and the advent of flapper dresses, lots of ladies have spent lots of time and money removing hair from various bits of our body.
Now, similar to Caitlin Moran, I’m in favour of a flexible relationship with body hair, and I certainly don’t believe that what you do with it is a barometer of feminism. If you want to remove your body hair to whatever degree, but do it for yourself because you want to, not because your lover/friends/society expects you to. Interestingly, I’m ‘on trend’ here as I started writing this post before an article in the Irish Examiner on the rise of fuzziness.
Anyhow, you might have gathered from previous posts that I favour a natural approach to life in general, including not just what I put into my body, but what I put on it as well. So, I tend to gravitate towards Lush and Greenpeople for my toiletries, as well as being a big fan (for 11 years now) of the Mooncup.
My Mum gave me one piece of valuable advice on becoming a teenager: ‘Don’t shave your legs. It’ll make the hair grow back thicker and darker’. Well, she wasn’t quite right; it just gives it the appearance of being darker due to having a blunt end on the hair. Nevertheless, a razor has never touched my legs. Cream, yes. Sugaring, yes. Wax, yes. Razor elsewhere, yes. Professional hair removal, no- I’ve never gone that far.
I’d been thinking though. Hair removing cream is full of chemicals. Even my ‘natural’ wax still had a lengthy list of ingredients, and meant getting extra unnecessary cotton strips every time I bought a new pot. I had previously discussed epilation with a friend, who disclaimed it as a tortuous process of multiple electronic tweezers plucking you (a pretty accurate description of the process in fairness). However, having spied an excellent epilator sale deal, I decided it was time to have a go.
First, I should point out that I’m a redhead, with quite blonde eyebrows and body hair. You have to get pretty close to my legs to see any hair. I have to get pretty close to my legs to see any hair! So, my fine blonde hair probably isn’t as painful to remove as my darker haired sisters.
I barely felt anything epilating my legs, so I decided to tackle my underarms (despite having intended to leave this to Trial 2). It felt fine, a plucking sensation, but nothing unbearable. And then I felt like I had grated my armpits for the following 24 hours.
Thankfully this was a once-off. I have the epilator a year now and find it my favourite of all the options I’ve tried: quick, easy and not too painful. If you find it a bit sore, I’d suggest a model you can use in the shower once pores are open, making the whole process a little kinder.
Finally, you’ve got to love this ad, ’cause no girl can ever wave her arms above her head without some laser treatment…