How I feel about pubic hair
Sick of beatin’ around the bush…
I’m lying on my back on a table on the second floor of Hepburn’s Nails. It is silent. The walls are pink. I have only a shirt on. A woman is staring at my vulva. I have been sitting here for forty-five painful, torturous, uncomfortable minutes. And even though the lady was nice, we made small talk, we awkwardly laughed as I grimaced and held the table, and yet, it was one of the worst experiences of my life – my first Brazilian.
I had braced myself for this moment, slowly making my way from the “Bikini”, to the “Extended Bikini”, but after four extended bikini’s, it was time. I thought I would be ready for this; it would be the next step. But, holy shit, it was a leap. At one point, she put hot wax into the lips of my vagina, and I was very sure that when she ripped it off I was going to see half of my vagina before my very eyes.
Everything was gone.
I was a child of seven down there once again. Except for the few spots of blood and the redness, I was a bare innocent baby. In my head, I began to refer to my vagina as “mah baby”.
It was a painful experience, and I don’t think I will do it again, because, I realised once it was all gone, that I actually kind of like my pubic hair. I mean, I do get quite embarrassed when I wear a swim suit, I was that girl wearing board shorts, but other than that I’ve began to embrace the pubic hair that keeps my flower in bloom – and I am not the only one.
Marisa Meltzer recently wrote an article in the New York Times Style section that “a fuller look is creeping back.” She believes that “the Brazilian has become déclassé, more suggestive of a naked Barbie doll or a reality television starlet than an organic lifestyle of cold-pressed juice and barre classes”.
Cameron Diaz writes in her new book that styling one’s pubic hair is a personal choice. “Wax it bald, leave it wild and bushy, shave it into a heart or a landing strip or a birthday cake…just bear in mind that trends and preferences change and you should think about keeping your future options open for yourself (and your future lovers).”
In New York City, the American Apparel mannequin to showcase their new lingerie was designed with pubic hair.
Beverly Turner wrote in the Telegraph “only teenage boys for a hair-free ninky-nonk without sounding like a pedophile”. She also only uses the phrase “pubic hair” three times in a 1400 word article about pubic hair.
I don’t believe I live an organic lifestyle, and I like to think that I am not a naked Barbie doll- but honestly, I am so fucking happy that Brazilian waxes are on the way out. Pubic hair is natural. It’s not a feminist choice or a hippie choice, or even a style choice; it’s just a personal choice.
Image courtesy of: http://www.huhmagazine.co.uk/6107/american-apparel-display-mannequins-with-pubic-hair