Trying to do a Brazilian Wax at home?

jran3

When I was in college, you had to buy/rent porn to see a shaved one. Now? It would be a thrill to find one with some hair on it.

nz_deevaa

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

Good choice.

I get mine done by a professional and I'm 100% certain I couldn't do it myself.

HJayBee

I see a great deal of hilarious exaggeration in this thread.

I've done my own brazilians before with no problem (when traveling), however, I've also been getting them professional done for 10 years.

Let your first time be at a salon. You want a professional to do it. The first time is the most painful, but after that your hair will grow back thinner and weaker and more manageable for removal purposes.
Also, during your first time, you can pay attention to the procedure.

Note that it must be a certain low length before waxing
Note that they use powder
Note the directions in which they find it easier to remove hair, because in some places it grows in different directions.
Note the positions that you have to be in for that easiest access

Pay attention to all of these things so you are able to properly mimic them alone.

I went to a professional for 3 years before ever trying to do it at home alone.
It was messy and inconvenient (going back and forth from the microwave), but I didn't have any injury or issue at all.
I did it quite a few times after that when traveling away from my trusted salon, and found at home waxes that I like
but I still prefer someone else doing it, because they have easier access, I don't have to contort, and they can do it in 15 min or less, and it takes me 25+ min.

I don't shave anything at all - waxing is, and for a long time has been, my only method of hair removal.
I'm a huge advocate.

NutellaAddict

Yeah get it done by a professional. I've done it. My b@lls were mad at me.

HappyNinjaStar

I very recently tried to do an at home brazillian wax. I, too, highly recommend leaving it to the professionals.

I did the bikini line, no problem. I put wax on the first small little strip of the main area. Without an extra hand I couldn't get the skin tight enough, so when I pulled the strip away, half of the hair and wax stayed in place, and it really really really hurt.

I waited a few minutes and tried again. No luck, and lots of pain. At that point the wax was cool and I couldn't get it off. I tried everything to get the wax off, but it was stuck on there for two days.

My husband found it absolutely hilarious. He will probably bring it up as a joke until I'm 80...

ahviendha

i wouldn't do it at home. an infection down there would be terrible.

does it need to be waxed? i trim mine down because i can't handle the ingrown hairs! i think the pus filled ingrown hairs look nastier than a bit of fuzz.

MizTerry

I just thought of "Mrs. Brown get's a Bikini Wax."
It was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life. Do pull it up when you have the time.

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xjxo4b_mrs-brown-gets-a-bikini-wax_shortfilms

or

http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/clips/p00fgcp8/mrs_browns_boys_mrs_browns_bikini_wax

I have nothing useful to add. Sorry. Carry on.

araromi2

Nope don't do it yourself....ive done it and its taken several hours and more pain than I needed to endure.... so I just cough it up and pay every 6 weeks to get it waxed 60 bucks and 15-20 minutes...no mess/no stress

sozisraw

I epilate, its cheap and easy, painful to do and to sit down first time! But I am used to it now!:sad:

coliema

I've done it without a problem. Just make sure you use good wax and good strips and be careful. Mirrors help.

If you aren't sure what to do or how to do it or if you are scared, definitely go see a professional.

Donnaakamagmid

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.

Holy crap I nearly peed myself reading this.:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

DessyDemi

I used to go to lazer hair removal for armpits and down there a while ago but I wanted to try something new - so I'm doing my first Brazillian on Tuesday. I'm kinda freaking out as the day approaches cuz I've heard it hurts like absolute hell, I really hope it's worth it..

How long do the results actually last? And also is it true that I can't wear jeans straight afterwards because it would hurt so much that I wouldn't be able to walk.... my friends make it sound like pure torture..

SakuraRose13

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.

Im .laughing so hard Im crying im very sorry about your exprience thats why me a wax have never become friends the idea of hot wax near my who- ha doesnt sound like a good idea all around.I figure it doesnt need to be perfectly smooth ,you dont see men using wax on thier faces so why we want to use it on our who ha's. End of story stick to shaving and if you exfoliate with a sea salt scrub it helps,theres a reason we have hair there and no reason to be perfectly smooth,other than for cosmetic reasons.

JaneDough_

This is what came to mind when I read your title.

tracymat

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.

THIS!!!! I'm an esthetician and had to go to SCHOOL to learn the proper techniques... leave it to a professional!!!

coliema

This is what came to mind when I read your title.

KELLY CLARKSON.

JennaM222

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.

this!!!!!!!!

bannedword

....i think the pus filled ingrown hairs .....

Well thanks for that.

MsJulielicious

bannedword

I used to go to lazer hair removal for armpits and down there a while ago but I wanted to try something new - so I'm doing my first Brazillian on Tuesday. I'm kinda freaking out as the day approaches cuz I've heard it hurts like absolute hell, I really hope it's worth it..

How long do the results actually last? And also is it true that I can't wear jeans straight afterwards because it would hurt so much that I wouldn't be able to walk.... my friends make it sound like pure torture..

Meh. It doesn't hurt that much. And I put jeans on right after.

InnerConflict

Or just let the hedges grow the way nature intended

JennaM222

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.

OMG!!! haha sounds horrible!

ninerbuff

Duct tape has many uses.

A.C.E. Certified Personal and Group Fitness Trainer
IDEA Fitness member
Kickboxing Certified Instructor
Been in fitness for 28+ years and have studied kinesiology and nutrition

cosmic8o8

If you were just doing your bikini line, you can do it yourself easy. Just go with a hard wax as there's no need for cloth strips and it won't stick to your skin. For a full Brazilian, go to a professional as they can get to those hard to reach places with ease.

Natihilator

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

DO NOT USE NAIR FOR A BRAZILIAN! I REPEAT!!! DO NOT USE NAIR FOR A BRAZILIAN!!

Gimmeafrappuccino

Pay for one professional Brazilian wax, then maintain it with an epilator.

tallvesl99

O U C H...why?

DarkAngel262

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

Most of the at-home wax supplies end up costing roughly $40 and you can go to a professional for $50. It's worth the $10 extra. Trust me, I've done it and I don't know how in the world you would do it yourself. Or would want to!

Tuffjourney

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.

^ Yep this....

UsedToBeHusky

This is, by far, the most amusing thread of the week.

Thanks OP! I needed a good laugh today! :laugh: