For years, I've heard horror stories of the Brazilian bikini wax. Getting down on all fours, raising a leg like a dog peeing on a tree, spreading my butt cheeks to allow a complete stranger to apply hot wax in the most private crevices of my body...these didn't seem like things I needed to rush out and experience (at least not in public). Friends of mine--amazing women with high pain tolerances who'd squeezed ten pound babies out of a ten centimeter hole--told me they'd cried from the pain of a Brazilian. What was I doing?
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