When I was 13, my mother begged me not to shave. “It’ll make your legs prickly; here, feel mine,” as she rubbed my hand over her cactus of a leg. My alternative was Nair. However, I was allergic to just about everything Nair was made of except the bottle, so shaving it was. Three years later, I was at the beach when a friend noticed my unsightly bikini bumps. “Oh my gosh, that looks like the surface of Mars, do you not wax?” I had never considered waxing before, but after my first bikini wax, I was hooked. Pretty soon I started getting Brazilians, and then I started waxing my underarms, and before I knew it, I was waxing just about everything. Waxing is addicting; once you have baby soft skin, you’ll never go back to your mother’s prickly cactus legs. In fact, now my mother waxes too.