Wax On – Wax Off
“I let a complete stranger pour hot wax on my fanny!”
She Said’s intrepid Body and Soul editor headed off to The Harem in Sydney to experience the latest hair removal sensation, The Brazilian, first hand. Read her blow by blow account.
Stepping into the Jeanie-bottle that is The Harem, I felt immediately at ease in my exotic, sumptuous surroundings. Dimmed lights, sheer drapes, gorgeous aromatherapy oils wafted and soothing but sexy music played pleasantly distracting me from the nail-biting nervousness I felt.
Rita Paul, salon founder explained the range of pampering treatments on offer – all sounding delightfully luxurious – Venus Beauty package, Cinnamon Queen body treatments. At the end of her list were the words I was dreading. Brazilian Wax.
My mind was filled with images of gaffer-taped-skin-ripping-eye-watering-savagery. Pain and no pleasure what so ever. It was going to take some sweet-talking, or a lot of drugs to get me to relax into the idea of having my private parts preened to a pre-pubescent state. The Harem have prepared answers to your Frequently Asked Questions. And I know you have questions.
Taking the time to explain the before, during and afters of this most delicate and intimate process is as much of an art as the actual waxing itself. This is crucial to the client who is, for the first time at least, understandably nervous about the idea of flashing her fanny to a complete stranger while being covered in hot wax. I usually need a few wines before I’m up for something like that!
My therapist Susie, ushered me into the treatment room in where the sensuous docor of the reception is carried over making you feel like every bit of the pampered princess that you are.
Susie gets to work making me feel at ease, explaining everything, step-by-step. And as if by magic, ‘the fear’ (and my inhibitions) starts to evaporate.
“With the Brazilian, we usually leave a little landing strip here. Did you want to do that, or do you want the Full Monty – which we call the Hollywood,” she asks.
Now, to be honest, I don’t really see that much difference between the two options, but my inner nerd tells me the landing strip option would be far less shocking an option.
“We take the whole lot off. We go all the way to the back. We take everything off the lip area and we just leave this little strip,” says Susie explaining the first step to becoming a virtually hairless Brazilian Goddess.
I get my gear off, leaving my shirt on to grasp at some shred of modesty, then position myself as instructed on the treatment table, covering my bits with the hanky-sized loincloth provided. This is to make me feel less exposed. As if.
As the wooden spatula laden with deep aqua-coloured Aloe Vera wax comes closer to me, I get ‘the fear’ again. I’m not sure how some of my pinkest bits are going to cope with having hot wax poured on them and ripped off. I cry when I have to take a Band-Aid off for heaven’s sake!
“Well, you’d be surprised. Actually, I think the worst area is the top triangle. This is where it can be most sensitive. I supposed because we’re made for having babies, the lip area is actually quite resilient. I mean, it’s not going to be like ‘Oh, I didn’t feel that,’ but it’s usually up here that people complain about the pain and down there, they get quite a surprise,” says Susie as she gets to work with the wax.
As if reading my mind, Susie, with the tone of a consummate professional is quick to assure me that the sight of people’s girly bits doesn’t even register with her anymore.