Fact: My one year “LAnniversary,” as I’ve come to call it, is coming up this September. And, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about LA (besides that there will always be traffic, sunshine and fake boobs), it’s that laser hair removal is a must.
As I mentioned in a recent post , I complained to my friend Sydne about how our spontaneous hot tub parties were getting difficult for me because I’ve never been able to shave daily due to some seriously sensitive skin and some even more serious razor burn.
She looked at me like I had three heads and said “Why don’t you just laser?” It was an interesting thought…but one I thought only strippers and the Kardashians had (since they’re self-proclaimed “hairy Armenians”).
“Seriously?” I replied. “Isn’t that like $1,000? And won’t I contract genital warts from all the ladies of the night who spread their legs on that table before me?” Once I stopped laughing at my own completely inappropriate joke, Sydne explained to me that it’s actually really safe and clean and that almost everyone she knows gets laser since we live the California “always in a bikini” lifestyle.
So, I caved.
A few weeks ago I flew back to New York to visit the fam and friends and had the opportunity to try out one of the most well-known spas for laser hair removal, Completely Bare. My technician poured on globs of gel (kinda like Vaseline) and I prepared myself for the first laser snap to come. Not gonna lie…it was a bit shocking, but mostly cause I just didn’t know what to expect.
After the first few “snaps,” as I like to call them, you get used to the feeling and it doesn’t hurt so much after that. Overall the pain is WAY less than waxing (and no crazy razor burn-like shaving!) so I think it’s totally worth it.
I’m presently on week four, and obviously a little hair has grown back but it’s DEFINITELY not anywhere near as thick…can’t wait for round two! More updates to come soon on my blog QueenoftheQuarterLifeCrisis.com .