Yesterday I paid money to let someone pour hot wax on my genitals.
I’m going on a week-long trip to the beach beginning tomorrow and my bathing suit is a cut fairly high in the front. More than routine maintenance was necessary. While I will let just about anyone (who charges less than $10) wax my eyebrows, I suspected I should go somewhere a tad nicer when dealing with a more sensitive area. I, like any other person suffering from Internet codependency, turned to Yelp to help me decide.
The clear choice was Body Restoration Spa, which is hidden two floors above the American Apparel on Chestnut Street. Besides positive Yelp reviews, I liked that Body Restoration’s site provided photos of how much hair would be removed with each waxing option. I settled on the Hollywood bikini wax, which is essentially a Brazilian but they stay the hell away from your ass crack. I felt this was important since it was my first time allowing someone besides a significant other or a trained medical professional to get up in my business.
I was pretty unimpressed with Body Restoration when I called to make my appointment. When I asked the scheduler if there was anything I should know ahead of time, since it would be my first time, she sighed deeply and snottily told me not have caffeine on the day of my appointment and to avoid shaving for two weeks ahead of time. I almost canceled the appointment.
Fortunately, I received stellar treatment in the spa from everyone from the receptionist to my esthetician, Alyson.
After undressing from the bottom down and laying on a papered table, Alyson entered the room. I immediately told her that I’d never waxed anything but my eyebrows before and that I was freaking out. She reassured me and during the procedure, she made a lot of conversation to distract me from what was happening down below.
Alyson explained that Body Restoration is one of the only spas in the Delaware Valley using blue wax, which is literally Smurf-colored. It’s a thick, hard wax that dries and is peeled away. According to Alyson, it doesn’t adhere to your skin, but only to the individual hairs so the pain is minimized compared to standard waxing.
That may be true, but it certainly didn’t feel like kittens licking it off. I asked Alyson if anyone had ever cried or screamed on the table. When she told me they hadn’t, I worried I might be the first.
I wasn’t. I flinched a lot toward the end when she had to reapply the wax to areas that hadn’t had a successful first rip. And I was not thrilled when she brought out the tweezers to remove a few strays.
But I survived.
I’m not sure I will return for routine waxing, but I can definitely see myself going back before another vacation or special occasion.
WEIGH IN: Where do you get waxed in Philly? Did you cry your first time? Curse out your esthetician? Tell us in the comments!