Looking back on beauty firsts feels nostalgic. At 18, I was anxious to graduate to Grown Woman Status—which, to me, meant putting down my $3 razor and going to a professional to get my first Brazilian wax. I walked into my first wax experience incredibly naïve about the process and didn't know what the hell to expect.
I broke into a nervous sweat the moment my wax specialist started. It was an oh-shit-I-can't-turn-back beauty moment.
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