The first time I can remember someone pointing it out I think I was around 12 years old and at the swimmingpool in Gage Park. I had just gotten out of the pool and got in line for the diving board. Two boys were in line in front of me doing what most boys do. They were rough housing, laughing and looking at the girls. One of them turned to me and exclaimed “She has a mustache!” The other boy quickly joined in and before long I scurried away to avoid the embarrassment. I looked in the mirror when I got home and I couldn’t really see what all the fuss was about. Sure I had a few fine hairs on my upper lip but not a full grown mustache. Over the next year or so I would hear it from time to time from kids; it was becoming clear that I certainly had a facial hair problem. I went to my mother to see if she knew what I should do, in talking to her about it I noticed what I always thought were large pores on her face were actually whiskers. So relieved I said “Oh! You have it too!” she in turn started to cry and cover her face and sob “Don’t look at meeeee”. From that moment on I was very aware that women with facial hair should be ashamed. First I started using Nair, which worked for a while but left my face bright red where it had been so the next day I walked around with a rash mustache on my face. Then I started shaving it every now and again and I thought I had it under control. It wasn’t until I was 21 years old when I noticed in a picture of me, there was a shadow under my chin. I immediately went to a mirror and sure enough without me noticing, a wispy beard had started to grow. I smeared Nair on it but the hairs were too strong. I shaved it, but the beard just grew back darker. So I did the unthinkable, I started tweezing the hairs. This painful ritual became a part of my everyday life. Just about every evening I would sit in front of the mirror and pluck out the thick black hairs growing in through my chin and neck. This habit resulted in red sores and marks on my skin. So to cover up those marks and any new growth during the day, I would cake on makeup under my chin in hopes of hiding my secret from the world. I thought this was how things would go for the rest of my life. Luckily that was not true.
I heard about electrolysis once on the radio and thought that it was simply too good to be true. There is no
|Gurl let me probe dat follicle|
During the first consultation Laurie told me something I had not heard before, my problem is a very common one, especially for women with PCOS. This was the best news ever and honestly why I am sharing this very personal and rather embarrassing information with you. If you are hiding facial hair and always worried someone will notice, please do yourself a favor and call Laurie at Electrolysis Clinic of Topeka (785) 357-7292. I took a picture of her prices on my last visit to share with all of you so you can see just how affordable it really is.