<p>It took almost all the courage in the world, but I finally went in for a much needed bikini wax.  And yes, I get the Brazilian kind.  I used to get these regularly, but then I moved to conservative Boston, and had a baby, and life got complicated and mostly I got lazy.</p>

<p>So I went today.  And it hurt.  But I had forgotten how I love the results.  It is so worth it to feel groomed.  I feel a little bit of my old self coming back.  </p>

<p>I lay there with my legs all over the place as a stranger poured hot wax near my most sensitive parts, and all I could think of is that no one, not even my OB-GYN, has looked at me so carefully.  And that this poor girl does this all day.  She looked so young that I had to ask how long she had been doing this.  “Nine months!” she said way too cheerfully.  I momentarily considered ending the session right there and then, but it was too late.  Dammit.  The wax was drying and waiting to be ripped off.  Ouch.  She did a better job than I expected.  I still can&#39;t believe I&#39;m getting a bikini wax in 30 degree weather.  Crazy.</p>
