One of the worst things about my transition is that I can’t take HRT. I tried for a while but had to stop. I ended up on heart medication for eight months (valsartan), but I’m fine now.
One of the positive effects of estrogen or other female HRT is loss of body hair, something I was aiming for. Yes, yes, yes, I know that people should accept transgender women as we are, even with body and facial hair. I don’t wax to live up to others’ beauty expectations, I’m doing this for myself, TYVM.
On Saturday, I went to a salon for my bimonthly waxing session. I asked for the full body as per usual, but this time I booked waxing of the face and neck. Yes, I had my facial hair waxed.
Painful does not even begin to describe it. This was, without argument, the second most excruciating pain I’ve ever experienced. Only my experience with bulging discs in the spine hurt more.
Forget Steve Carrell in “the 40 year old virgin”, he’s a wimp. This was worse than dental pain, worse than my broken collarbone (from a hit and run in South Korea, circa 2004). Not even (excuse me for the TMI moment) the most painful BDSM session I’ve played in nor my tattoos compared to this. It came with eyes watering, openly crying, gasping for air, becoming dizzy at one point, sweating more than I do on airplanes (I’m a white knuckle flyer), and forcing my self not to run for the door.
On the bright side, now that it’s done (and once the bruising goes away), I can wear makeup without needing orange coverup to hide the hair or caked on foundation to hide the coverup. That was the goal, after all.
I also know from experience that the more you wax the same area, the weaker the hair grows and tolerance for pain increases. I used to gasp when my chest and stomach hair were done; now it’s like my back and legs, I barely notice it anymore.