When I was in secondary school, every Wednesday night, for 2 years, I spent numerous hours stuck in my room with the radio blasting ..just so that I can’t hear my mum’s call. And what was I doing? Getting set for Thursday. It was my special day. I was doing my Xth grade. The Xths and the XIths would get together for the 3-hour weekend SUPW. Which to lil’ Sharada ...made sense to go to school.
Shaine. XIth grade. Brown eyes. Crow feet. Gorgeous smile. 5’10’’. Skin always tanned and ooooh...the white half-sleeved cotton shirt. It was made to be worn by him...it looked that good.
Sharada. Xth grade. hair always a mess. Generally confused and always feels out of place. I liked counter #13. It was right opposite #2. Shaine with that idiotic Jenny. Just coz she had light brown hair and her mum would allow her to set her hair!!!
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Anyway....it was reason enough for me to work over myself with precision the previous night.
School uniforms never leave you with much choice. So my pinafore never left me with a question ’’what do I wear’’? That settled, what ever exposed skin had to be ’exposed’ needed to be worked on. I wasn’t allowed parlor visits and no shopping for hair removal thingamajigs. Yeah...I started where normally all girls start.
Stuck with the shower with daddy’s razor.
Roll the socks down.
Nick dad’s white shirt coz it made room for a good roll-up of the sleeve and drooping shoulders lines always added that bit of oomph.
2 years of shaving my legs. Was it worth it? Well...it depends. All the butterflies were very loyal to me. I used to have long..colorful dreams. I was always glowing and had a grin that just wouldn’t go!
Ok. Shaine fell in ’’love’’ with some imbecile. They all were...imbeciles that is..:P
Even Shaine. Which ofcourse I realised when I graduated from daddy’s razors to having my own personal pink razors.
Once you done it. There is no escape. Cuts...cuts...cuts. 1 day of smooth skin. Followed by itchy scratchy weeks. Uuuurrrgh! Threw the razors...took up the good old waxing. OUCH!!! I had to drag myself in everytime. And the worst was that you had to pay for it. It’s good that its all natural stuff and it removes dead cells and is certainly better than shaving. But it gave me allergy. Seems my uptans made my skin tender and too delicate to be subjected to harsh treatments like hotwax pulled off in jerks.
Then I became uncivilized.
hyuk hyuk hyuk.....
Meaning..I grew up. I realised it didn’t matter. Sarongs allowed sporadic hair growth. Life was peaceful until the Corporate world beckoned me. Out went the flower power and in came Scullers and Black Berry. This time around I was wiser huh...twice bitten and 4 times shy. That left me with not much choice until a few days later...I saw Malaika..yeah the one with the looooong legs with 2 sets of knees on TV.
JOLEN Hair Removal Cream with Vit.E and Baby oil
Hey..I remember those creams yeah.... it means I don’t have to go to the parlor anymore. AND hair comes off in just one swipe. Oh...Sweet Lord!
Health & Glow says that it’s the best and that all their customers are thoroughly satisfied. WOW!
They come in 4 varieties. SANDAL, ROSE, ALOE VERA and LEMON.
Grand, eh!
So I got myself the smallest bottle, coz the lady convinced me that I wouldn’t need more than that coz I hardly have any hair.... With my severe hair fall, I was left wondering if it was a compliment. Come to think of it, why doesn’t body hair fall that way? For once we can be happy that we’re losing hair!!
Anyway..I got myself the ’’Sandal’’ cream. Conveniently you don’t find any mention of the ingredients. So you don’t know if it was a perfume oil just mixed in....coz the ad makes it seem like it were a herbal cream. In small print, you notice ’’Contains Thioglycollate’’.
Everything’s a lie:
Hair doesn’t come off with just a swipe using damp cotton. I had to scrub and scrub and only then did the hair actually dislodge itself from the root.
’’Just shower using luke warm water’’ doesn’t work either. The hair just remains. Only the constant scrubbing gets it off.
’’Apply a thick layer’’ how thick is this? ’’like a cream’’ then it doesn’t work...’’with spatula’’ it slips ’’or your fingers’’, the bottle is too small for even one finger to go in.
The patch test was a total failure. Being over cautious, I gave it 48 hours. No Problem! 24 hours after I’d successfully done the job, flashed my new sleeveless black shirt bordered with a pair of slim, shapely hands with gorgeous skin..only to realise that the burning sensation while I showered was due to the rash on my arms.
Yeah..I still have some random hairs that refuse to budge. Aha! Topping it all...is the smell. It’s deja-vu for me. I recall my sisters using Anne-french when I was a wee lil’ girl with pig-tails. It was that same pungent smell then. And whether its Jolen or anyother, it’s the same smell. Coz’ what they’re actually doing is, burning the hair.
Until they come up with something that is ’’user-friendly’’, tread carefully.
.....and NO, this is not my contribution for Women’s Day! I’m going totally against myself and putting this article on ’’Hair removal cream’’...only coz I used it and I want to warn you.
Have a great weekend you all. And yeah....HAPPY HOLI!!!
P.S: I gave it 2 stars coz maybe, just maybe there is another cream that is worse than this?
;)