Who says women’s bodies are more beautiful when removing every single hair from our eyelashes down?
Girls, we continually keep subjecting ourselves to painful, hot, itchy, sharp methods to get rid of our “unwanted” body hair. I have spent so much time and money fighting the never-ending fight with these little black invaders. And they insist on showing up no matter how hard I have tried to exterminate them all.
From razors with aloe or lavender, two blades, three blades; hot or cold wax; threading; to the “pain-free” laser treatment, we have tried it all. Every time I visit my salon for the necessary wax appointment, I wonder why am I subjecting my body to this pain. Waxing hurts. A lot. So very much. Am I the only one who on the way to a waxing appointment, has to maintain an internal dialogue to convince myself to show up and voluntarily endure to such torture?
During these conflicting internal dialogues, I have come to blame my hairy ancestors (my great-aunt Martha was rocking a very generous moustache in the family pictures); my dry skin; my low tolerance to pain; society and its beauty standards; Plus, everything I can think of.
I hate my friends that say waxing doesn’t hurt and I hate my empty bank account for not being able to spend money on the supposed pain-free new laser treatments.
After these inner dialogues where I must convince myself to show up with my waxer/torturer, I always end up thinking: BUT WHY?
Why do women have to do this? Why is a woman’s body subject to so many pressures and procedures to make it “more beautiful” or to simply comply with imposed beauty standards?
Why is something so natural to a woman’s body so undesirable?
Doing some research on the topic, hair removal for women has been around since Ancient Egyptians as well as Ancient Roman times. It garnered it’s commercial and merchandising power in the early 1900’s when the first women’s razor was sold in stores. Check out this article on the History of hair removal by ELLE.
Has this “hair-less” chip been around human civilization for so long that we never question its practice? Wouldn’t empowerment come from the freedom of going out with a dress and accessorized hairy pits and legs? (Kudos to the women who do it).
I could stop doing it… but unfortunately, I still cannot master the art of not caring. I don’t have the courage to show up at the beach or at a party au naturelle. If I could, I’d save so much time, money and pain… the torture shall continue for me. FOR NOW.