Modesty will never be my middle name. No, in all frankness, I’d say it’s my first name. This is why it surprises me that somewhere in my fifties, I decided to take that plunge and go for my first bikini wax.
I’m really not sure why I decided to do it… maybe curiosity or maybe just a new way of looking at my body, but when I made that appointment, I knew who I wanted to book.
For years, I’ve been going to Mailan, this tiny slip of a woman who has been waxing my eyebrows. When it comes to my salon visits, I’m faithful like clockwork. Once a month, it’s a haircut and eyebrow wax. Since English is not Mailan’s native language, our conversations are pretty much kept to a minimum, which is fine with me. I’m not much of a talker when it comes to salon appointments, so you won’t hear me giving out my life story. I’m here for a service and then I’m gone.
When it came time for that first bikini wax appointment, I was nervous. My modesty issues were kicking in big time, but my desire to try out something new trumped my embarrassment.
With this first appointment, it took a little bit of mental adjustment on my part to prop my legs at odd angles and see someone bend over an area of my body that I didn’t want exposed. So, I just closed my eyes. I was in good hands.
The procedure went quickly, and I was pleased with the end result, so much so that I decided to add the bikini wax to the whole monthly ritual — haircut, eyebrow, and bikini.
As the months went along, I noticed that Mailan became more talkataive during those waxing sessions. As I layed there on the table exposed to the nth degree, Mailan would start talking. One day, it all focused on the travails of her eldest son.
“He’s not studying as hard as he should. Maybe it’s because he’s moved in with his girlfriend,” she lamented.
We discussed this relationship issue at great length, while she waxed and I kept my eyes tightly closed.
The next month, we both reminisced about the little Egyptian restaurant next door. With the rent being too high, the owner had been forced to close the door to his cafe. Again, she waxed and we talked.
Month after month we keep up our small talk routine. And while it’s nice to get to know her a little better, I still have to laugh inwardly. I don’t think I’ll ever feel that comfortable with the whole bikini thing, so just keeping up a steady conversational stream while I’m in a little bit of a vulnerable position just tickles me. A lot. I call these my bikini wax conversations.
And yes, I’m now embracing those awkward moments.
I don't know a lot about them either, but I'm always skeptical of mass marketed procedures like that. I went on the website and checked it out. I actually sent away for the info and I got it, but I couldn't seem to find any real info on the act
I had a BR at 60 YOA. I had been having horrible upper back pain and yes I wore well fitting bras. I wasn't as large as many women but insurance covered their part. The back pain is gone, I wear at least a size smaller in tops and can now wear 
I wish everyone thought like you!
Doesn’t waxing hurt? Especially in that tender area?
I thought it would be weird when I started having laser hair removal treatments on an extended bikini area with a Groupon voucher. Truth be known, it isn’t much different from having my legs done. Any skin movement needed, I use my hand and she directs me. I’ll be able to wear a swimsuit at the drop of a hat. She also does Brazilians, which means the whole area is denuded of hair, but I’m not that brave or understand why.
Roche728,
It does, but only for a split second.
Its pain I can handle.
Marian