Hihihi. Like guys, the girls have fine hair on their upper lip too. It’s just that you don’t get to see it so obviously. Guys have it thicker while you can barely see a girl’s femstache. So for your assignment, I ask you to look at a girl’s upper lip more closely the next chance that you get. You would notice it and you would wish I did not tell you about it.
Anyway, I had my femstache threaded for the first time. I’ve always had my eyebrows threaded and I figured it’s high time I have my femstache removed too. So I closed my eyes and the process began. I had it done at David’s Salon in Megamall.
So I got there and the girl… Lisa? Ellise? Not sure with the name anymore, anyway, she commented on my pixie hairstyle first and then asked if I style my own hair. I don’t know if she was only trying to get on my good side but she raved on and on about “how cute my hair was” and how awesome it was that I got to style it that way. I just smiled and talked to her while she did my eyebrows. It was quick and a bit painful but I was used to that kind of pain already. After my eyebrows were done, I heard her say,
“Okay, heeeeere we gooo~”
Spoken like Mary Poppins about to force cough syrup down some poor kid’s throat. Her voice had the tingling sound of impending doom and I braced myself for the worst.
Nothing, I tell you, nothing can ever prepare me for that upper lip threading. Do you know how it feels when someone pricks your nose with a needle? It felt kind of like that, only, imagine more than 20 needles digging through your face instead of just one. It hurt, yes, and tears spurted involuntarily from the corner of my eyes but I did not budge. I just imagined that getting a tattoo would be a thousand times more painful so I have to get used to the pain. Of course, it also helped that when I was in high school, my mom forced me to go those old school pricking-derma clinics. My mom paid a ridiculous amount of money so that her daughter could have her face pricked a thousand times by an unforgiving stranger. So yeah, I was at least a little bit prepared for it.
After a while, I heard the girl say “Wow, you’re a tough one aren’t you?” almost sounding disappointed. In fact, her tone was so weird that I wondered if I was really in a salon and not in some BDSM torture house.
She finished her job and made me open my eyes. Threading: Success! I now feel purtier.
Ah, what women go through to look (and feel) pretty.
P.S. I don’t think you need to see an “after-threading” pic.
touch it?
