I left in a rush, holding back tears.
Didn’t even make it to the end of the appointment.
And for days, I couldn’t stop replaying what she said.
That one moment changed everything.
Then came the wax appointment…
It had been months. I finally worked up the nerve to book a bikini wax.
I shaved less lately - the odor and irritation made me feel gross anyway.
But I missed feeling sexy. So I went for it.
The aesthetician was polite, chatty, doing her thing.
Then, mid-wax… she paused.
And without making eye contact, she said,
“Do you want to rebook after a shower?”
I felt my soul leave my body.