Never, and I do mean never, did I think those words would ever come out of my mouth. OK, OK, but I was in college and experimenting everyone did it, but I digress. Not only have I said this particular string of words but I probably say them at least 3 to 4 times a week. Women really need affirmation that their Happy Place isn't freaking me out. I've seriously had women ask if theirs looked normal compared to all the others I see. Like they've been in the bathroom with a mirror looking at it and questioning its normalcy. To be honest I never gave the look of mine much thought, well except post baby. Don't smirk...you know you had your doubts yours would shrink back down after something the size of a watermelon came out. But after that I rarely thought anything of it, until I became an esthetician. The day our school taught waxing was quite a revelation. We started with brows working our way down and with each new part the teacher asked for volunteers to be waxed and hands flew up, eager to participate. From the back of the classroom I began to hear faint mumblings of discontent and rebellion. Clustered together were a group of girls each with wide eyes and looks of fear. I ambled over to see what we were gossiping about and the girls told me they weren't volunteering for the bikini wax because they thought they might have ugly Happy Places...huh, aren't they all pretty much ugly? Functional, but not something I'd want to have a picture of framed over the couch. I don't have a modest bone in my body so to me this was weird and I brushed it off as a few discontented souls, but the more I wax out in the field the more I see a pattern. Women need to know they are just like the one before and like the one to follow. So even if they aren't I nod, smile and assure them whatever their working with is just like everyone elses. So while your down there waxing make sure you give all the Happy Places positive reviews. Estheticians Unite!
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