Self-inflicted, of course. I finally couldn't take it anymore and made the trek to Pink Cheeks in Sherman Oaks for a waxing. I've been going here for almost 3 years, and it does not matter ... the pain is always the same and the fear does not stop. I get hella nerves when I'm driving there and kinda have to hype myself up for it ... like I'm going to battle! Weird or normal?
I blame porn and Playboy for setting this awful grooming standard.
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