I believe many-a-woman could read this, have a nice
laugh and get on with their life. Though, for me, I
was like this chick gets me.
During the course of this read I wanted to sit down
and have lunch with Mara. In fact I had this image of Mara and I at a nice restaurant
(assuming there was no hair grooming dress code we had to uphold.) I would look
at her across the table she would intuitively know to place her hand on top of
the table, I would clasp her hand in mine look deep into her eyes and say, “I
get you.” We would both breathe a sigh of relief eat our identical cob salads
and reminisce over our last laser treatment.Tell me that doesn’t sound like a
dream date.
Honestly, this lady wrote my story. My husband, upon
merely hearing the title said, “You should have written that.” She highlights
all the hair removal rituals she has taken part of throughout the years. It’s
funny because she always figured she was alone in this ever-hair-tweezing
journey. I wanted to shout, “No honey, I get it, oh boy do I get it.” My sisters, my mom, my friends, none have had
to have extreme hair removal as their tortured secret.
I was comforted by her story. In fact I had to check
the title twice because at one point I could have sworn I was reading Chicken Soup for the Soul, maybe that
was the time I was sucking my thumb while reading, I can’t remember.
May I end with this final plea? Mara, no I’m not mad
you wrote my story before I got the chance. Let’s have lunch. Maybe we can
exchange Sally Hansen wax strip coupons?
Please? I get my stuff at Sally’s Beauty supply. Where do you get yours? See! We’d
have hours of interesting conversation ahead of us!
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