not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin.


Tweezing, Plucking, Waxing.

The things women have to do to stay groomed and hairless. I hate shaving, it is so annoying and as a single girl you have to keep those legs shaved because you never know when prince charming is going to rub your knee and we don’t want him pricking his finger before you even kiss the guy. I would let my legs go a few extra days while I’m in a relationship… start feeling like sandpaper? OK, Fine! I’ll shave.

I did spring for laser hair removal on my bikini area and armpits to cut out that part of shaving. And how lucky we are that we don’t have to shave our face, right? (laser hair removal – totally worth it btw!!)

Well,  remember this one time I was dating a guy and we were driving in the car and it was that nice, bright, natural light. You know… the light where you can see every pore, hair and freckle? Yeah, THAT lighting. And he was trying to be sweet and he’s like you have an eyelash on your chin…


I knew immediately it wasn’t a damn eyelash. What it WAS, was a freaking chin hair. A. CHIN. HAIR.

Here, hold on let me get it. Meanwhile I am squirming all around because I knew what it was. It’s not a freaking eyelash and I can’t make a wish!!!!! It’s a chin hair you jerk! Anyway, I managed to swat his hand away and said I’ll get it! Gosh! You freak. You just drive…

I couldn’t get my hands on a pair of tweezers fast enough.

happy sexy saturdays, yall!