Trying to do a Brazilian Wax at home?

kassiebby1124

I wanted to..ahem, "clean up" per se. Now, I've waxed my legs before. It..hurt like hell, but I've done it (I bought some Nair for the legs ;P). How do I properly do the Brazilian? I'm talking all the nooks and crannies. If someone could describe (IN DETAIL) or post a link to a video, I'd greatly appreciate it!

Thanks,
Kassie

kassiebby1124

x: No one?

KatieMae75

I STRONGLY ADVISE AGAINST DOING IT YOURSELF. Unless of course, you can bend yourself in half to reach in areas you've never seen before, and can force yourself to pull that cloth that you know is going to make it feel like you just set your crotch on fire. However, if you insist on doing it anyway, my suggestions:

Deleted my suggestions. I thought it would be a good idea to give some "safety" tips in case you went ahead and tried it, but it seemed more like endorsing the idea. I can't bring myself to endorse home self-torture. Potentially dangerous home self-torture at that.

cobracars

Or just let the hedges grow the way nature intended

sz8soon

Don't do it!

The embarrassment you might be nervous about that would occur from getting it done professionally is going to be significantly less than the embarrassment you would get in the ER or @the doctors trying to explain what the heck you were doing should anything go wrong.

The possibilities of injury on that part of your body should be reason enough to not try that yourself.

GoldenGirl1979

PLEASE go to a professional :noway:

KatieMae75

Don't do it!

The embarrassment you might be nervous about that would occur from getting it done professionally is going to be significantly less than the embarrassment you would get in the ER or @the doctors trying to explain what the heck you were doing should anything go wrong.

The possibilities of injury on that part of your body should be reason enough to not try that yourself.

^This.

Jersey_Devil

not a good idea. yikes!

jran3

sun33082

Just shave or use nair Be careful with the nair though because chemical burns suck in that area lol

knk1553

European Wax Center if they have one near you, you're first one is only $22. I could NEVER wax my own brazillian, its a whole new type of pain and I would definitely never be able to do it to myself. Just save up the money and go get one professionally.

pastryari

Oh, hell no. Go to a professional! It hurts like b*tch as it is, you're just asking for more pain and possible damage.

merrillfoster

I read this somewhere and thought I'd share:
WAX is NOT your friend

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal- The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair, and now... The wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.

(Y A THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (Cold wax, "yeah... Right!")

I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.

It works!

Ok, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad.

I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With me next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.

I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to t he inside of my butt cheek.

(Yes, it was a long strip)
I inhale deeply and brace myself... RRRRIIIPPP!

I'm blind! Blinded from pain!... OH MY GOD!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!

Another deep breathe and RRIIPP!

Everything is swirly and spotted.

I think I may pass out... Must stay conscious...

Do I hear crashing drums?

Breathe, breathe...

OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy- a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.

I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair? WHERE IS THE WAX?

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.

I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip.

I touch. I am touching wax.

CRAP!

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, wh ich I s now covered in cold wax and matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake... Remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet?

I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

DANG!

I hear the slamming of a cell door.

"hoo-hoo"? Sealed shut!

Butt? Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!"

What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water! Hot water melts wax!

I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right?

WRONG!

I get in the tub- the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment- I sit.

Now, the only th ing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together a n d then glued to the bottom of the tub.. In scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!

God bless the man who had convinced me a few moths ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter- "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YE AH! RIGHT! ! I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various sol ut ions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace... The lotion the give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point?

I rub some on and OH MY GOD!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the ens out of my friend.

It's so painful, but I really don't care.

"IT WORKS! It works!"

I get a hearty congratulations from my friend and she hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice t o my grief and despair... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE... ALL OF IT!

So I recklessly sh ave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

DeckerDoll

Okay...honestly, it's not that bad. Hard wax works better IMO, it doesn't require the cloth strips. Sit on the floor or on edge of tub. Use a mirror. Follow directions of wax manufacturer.

jenkidney

I gotta agree with the others...this just sounds like a poor life choice.

kassiebby1124

I would go, I just can't afford it...

Laura_Suzie

This sounds like a HORRIBLE idea. Don't do it!

pestica02

Trust me, you don't have enough hands to do it yourself. Even the pros have me use BOTH my hands to hold the skin taunt.

Find a groupon, they usually offer them for super cheap.

captawesome

Oh. Hell. No!!! DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!! (This should be the standard disclaimer for brazillians!!)

Seriously, fork out the extra for a professional, the rest you can do at home. If things are tight, are any of your friends doing beauty courses? Or any that have had it done before that you would trust? Doing it yourself would probably equal the same amount of anguish as trying to cut off your own foot...

Shannon2714

I'd wax over any other option. I've never had any problems with it at all. I did try the Brazilian on my own...I suggest having a helper...seriously. When it got to the more "sensitive" areas, it was a B!TCH!!!

Good luck!

pastryari

I would go, I just can't afford it...

Then I highly doubt you'll be able to afford the ER visit if something goes wrong.

Eisskween

This is a story I read awhile ago, and a great reason why you should not wax the girly bits by yourself.

'The Wax'.

My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came home from
work, fixed dinner for my son and we played for a while. I then had the
thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple
hours: maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet.
I set up my boy with a video and head to the site of my demise, um, I
mean bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a
clump of hot wax, you just rub the clear strips in your hand, peel them
apart, press it on your leg (or wherever) and ignore the frantically
rising crescendo of string instruments in the background. No muss, no
fuss. How hard can this be? I mean, I'm not the girly-est of girls but
I'm mechanically inclined so maybe I can figure out how this
works..........................You'd think.
So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each
other, stuck together. I'm supposed to rub it in my hand to warm and
soften the wax (I'm guessing). I go one better: I pull out the
hair dryer and heat the SOB to ten thousand degrees. Cold wax, my *kitten*.
(Oh, how that phrase will come back to haunt me.) I lay the strip across
my thigh. I hold the skin around it and pull. OK, so it wasn't the best
feeling in the world, but it wasn't bad. I can do this! Hair removal
no longer eludes me!
I am Sheera, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin
extraordinaire!
With my next wax strip, I move north.
After checking on the boy and verifying that he was, in fact, becoming
one with Bear and learning all about smells, I sneak into the bathroom
for The Ultimate Hair Fighting Championship. I drop my panties and
place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I then apply the
wax strip across the right side on my bikini line, covering the right
half of my vagina and stretching up into the inside of the right *kitten*
cheek. (Yeah,it was a long strip.) I inhale deeply. I brace myself.
RRRIIIIPPP!!!!
I'm blind! Blind from the pain! Vision returning. Oh crap. I've managed to
pull off half an inch of the strip. Another deep breath. And RIIIP!
Everything is swirly and tie-dyed? Do I hear crashing drums? OK,
coming back to normal again. I want to see my trophy - my wax covered
pelt that caused me so much agony. I want to revel in the glory that
is my triumph over body hair. I hold the wax strip like an Olympic gold
medallist.
But why is there no hair on it? Why is the wax mostly gone? Where
could the wax go, if not on the strip? Slowly, I eased my head down, my
foot still perched on the toilet. I see hair - the hair that should be
on the strip. I touch. I feel. I am touching wax. I look to the
ceiling and silently shout "nooooooo!!" And realize I have just begun
living my own personal version of "The Tar Baby."
I peel my fingers off the softest, most sensitive part of my body that
is now covered in cold wax and matted hair, and make the next big
mistake - up until this point, you'll remember, I've had my foot on the
toilet. I know I need to move, to do something. So I put my foot down
on the floor. And then I hear the slamming of the cell door.
Vagina? Sealed shut.
*kitten*? Sealed shut.
A little voice in my head says "I hope you don't have to potty anytime
soon. Your head just might pop off." I penguin walk around the bathroom
trying desperately to figure out what I should do next. Hot water!
Hot water melts wax! I'll run the hottest water I can stand and get in -
the
wax should melt and I can gently wipe it away, right? Wrong. I
get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than is used to torture
prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment. And I sit.
Now the only thing worse than having your goodies glued together is
having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of a tub. In
scalding hot water. Which, by the way, does not melt the cold wax. So
now I'm stuck to the tub.
I call my friend, C, because she once dropped out of beauty school so
surely she has some secret knowledge or trick to get wax off skin. It's
never good to start a conversation with "So my nether regions are stuck
to the tub." She doesn't have a trick. She does her best to suppress
laughter.
She wants to know exactly where the wax is on the *kitten* - "Are we talking
cheek or hole, here?" she asks. She isn't even trying to hide the
giggles now.
I give her the run-down of the entire night. She tells me to call the
number on the side of the box, but to have a good cover story for where
the wax actually is. "You know that if we were working the help line at
XX Wax Co. and somebody called with their entire crack sealed shut we'd
just put them on hold then record the conversation for everyone we know.
You're going to end up on a radio show or the internet if you tell them
the truth.
"While we go through various solutions, I have resorted to scraping the
wax off with a razor. Boy, nothing feels better to the girly goodies
than covering them in wax, sticking them to a tub in super hot water and
THEN dry shaving the sticky wax off!
In the middle of the conversation (which has inexplicably turned to
other subjects!) I find the little, beautiful saving grace that is the
lotion provided with wax to remove the excess. I rub some in and start
screaming "It's working! It's working!" I get hearty congratulations
from C and we hang up.
I successfully remove all the wax and notice, to my dismay, that the
hair is still there. So I shaved the damned stuff off. Hell, I was
numb by that point anyway. And then I put the box of wax back in my
medicine cabinet. Never know when a moustache might start to come in.
Tonight, I attempt hair dying

h2oophelia

I read this somewhere and thought I'd share:
WAX is NOT your friend

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal- The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair, and now... The wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.

(Y A THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (Cold wax, "yeah... Right!")

I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull.

It works!

Ok, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad.

I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With me next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.

I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to t he inside of my butt cheek.

(Yes, it was a long strip)
I inhale deeply and brace myself... RRRRIIIPPP!

I'm blind! Blinded from pain!... OH MY GOD!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!

Another deep breathe and RRIIPP!

Everything is swirly and spotted.

I think I may pass out... Must stay conscious...

Do I hear crashing drums?

Breathe, breathe...

OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy- a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.

I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair? WHERE IS THE WAX?

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.

I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip.

I touch. I am touching wax.

CRAP!

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, wh ich I s now covered in cold wax and matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake... Remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet?

I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

DANG!

I hear the slamming of a cell door.

"hoo-hoo"? Sealed shut!

Butt? Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!"

What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water! Hot water melts wax!

I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right?

WRONG!

I get in the tub- the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment- I sit.

Now, the only th ing worse than having your nether regions glued together is having them glued together a n d then glued to the bottom of the tub.. In scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!

God bless the man who had convinced me a few moths ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter- "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now... I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YE AH! RIGHT! ! I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various sol ut ions. I resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace... The lotion the give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point?

I rub some on and OH MY GOD!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the ens out of my friend.

It's so painful, but I really don't care.

"IT WORKS! It works!"

I get a hearty congratulations from my friend and she hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice t o my grief and despair... THE HAIR IS STILL THERE... ALL OF IT!

So I recklessly sh ave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts.

I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Best. Story. Ever.

It made me snort. I'm so sorry for your traumatic experience but the story is priceless!!:laugh:

deniseearheart

a friend of mine does her own but she is a professional LOL I shave 2 times a week .. feels nice and smooth.. If I were to wax I would go to the salon girl.... thats scary waxing it yourself

h2oophelia

Yeah, and I just realized it wasn't your story......my bad. But still funny!

GoldenGirl1979

i see you live in durham... try the european wax center by southpoint in renaissance center... if it's your first time, they'll do a FREE bikini line, or discounted brazilian... good luck!

deniseearheart

just shave it or nair it I do that sometimes too... Venus razor does wonders down there :-)

kassiebby1124

I looked up the European waxing place. I'm going to call tomorrow. Thank you everyone.

glovepuppet

i DIY wax sometimes, but my sis is a trained beauty therapist and has shown me how.
it's very easy to rip the this skin or leave ugly bruises if you do it wrong.

i say go pro.

180farm

Don't do it. I thought I'd give it a try once but couldn't actually get myself to pull the strip fast enough. I pulled a very small portion off and almost died. After a couple hours, razors, scissors, tears, liquor and a best friend's help most of the wax and strip were gone along with any modesty I had. Ya, that's a tough phone call to make. It truly proves that best friends are the greatest.

If you end up doing it try a VERY small area first.

juliecat1

My lady bits hurt now just thinking of how tragically this might go!

Go to a professional or at the very least phone a friend. No way Id rip those hairs out myself.