Review on 🍯 Organic Hair Removal Sugar Paste - Luxury Pro | Hard Wax for Brazilian Bikini and Dark Hair | 43 oz / 2.6 lbs | Long-Lasting Professional Sugar Wax with Advanced Techniques Required by Kristi Ratz

I would like to start this review with a story. The only independent epilation I did was eyebrows from the age of 18. I have had my eyebrows waxed by a professional for many years. It's been about 3 years since I've done anything other than eyebrows. It's important to note that from one beginner to another, the more the merrier. This relates to two things: the size of your wax batch and the amount of hair you pluck at one time. With that I started my first dive in the armpits. Here are the pits! The hair came out pretty easily after mastering the wipe 3 pull 3 method that was shown to me on many YouTube videos. I'm grateful I saved the baby powder because I immediately started sweating from anxiety. YouTube said to stay dry, and that's very true. Okay, so that's all done and I went straight to the shins with a bit of technique. It took me 4 fingers and courage to fight my way through it. I got a little bump right away so I went with some cool water and off we went again. The first few tears were the hardest because I started with the ankles. So everyone, don't start there! Anyway, it didn't take long before my legs in 3/4 leggings were at least acceptable. My confidence grew. Look, my bones and the back of my head were mostly smooth, why not go to dangerous depths?! So I went. I started too much. I started A LOT. The clump of paste was too big, as was the amount of hair I was hoping for. Contrary to my waxing in the past (which should be the first clue that I've done it wrong), I went right in the middle with a full three fingers. I fought the wool 3 times then pulled this paste like it was in danger. No, y'all, I was the one in danger! It took all my wits to keep going. That's not courage, that's stupidity. Pure stupid idiocracy. But here I was aiming for a bikini-ready body, even if my fat buns said no. Use my thumb if I have to. I went further. The rescue I learned was a well placed fan. This did a great job of keeping the wax from getting too sticky. It also often helped not to be afraid to swap my ball for another. I bridged a few gaps with some breathing exercises. I'm not kidding, I kept changing Nemo's line during the prep. So I smeared the wax on and before each hit I thought to myself "shark bait, ooh haha". At the wrong time my husband and son came back from the store when I was halfway through. I didn't want them to know I was dying quietly in the next room, so I paused for a moment. It was a big mistake, all of you. The same goes for a tattoo: once started, the area becomes a little numb and you can keep going with a little outside motivation. But as soon as you come back 45 minutes later, your brain stops moving forward. You're going to deadlift and your brain is SCREAMING at you too, stop. But we had already established that a certain level of stupidity was required, so of course I went ahead, although my brain rewarded me the most. I've only done this about 5 times. more breaks after the break. I couldn't bring myself to continue. So here I am writing a review with mostly smooth legs, just a few laggards in the holes and my bottoms looking like the grass has run out of rope and I've tried replacing it with a hacksaw blade. The good news is that the bathtub size I got will last forever, especially since it now lives right under the sink in the bathroom until the day I die.