As teens we started shaving underarms and legs. We graduated to wax and then started work on the nether regions and the brow. Mid-thirties arrive and the waxing now includes upper lip and chin. And then there are the “strays” that appear, unannounced and uninvited, every couple of days.
And that’s just the hair we don’t want.
We have other hair that we pamper and coddle because, Lord know, it may have all started in fun–you know, maybe a little all-over color for a brighter look or a weave for a few highlights–but a great hair dresser knows how to reel you in. Now it’s all over color plus the dual-colored weave.
And then there are the perms which, as we all know, mean something completely different depending upon whom you’re talking to. Just ask Chris Rock. Black women use perms to straighten; white women use them to curl.
Don’t even get me started on extensions. That’s a whole ‘nother ball of wax.
In our teens and mid-twenties we discovered manis, pedis, and acrylic nails. Scrubs morphed into microderm.
We started going to spas and getting massages and soaking in hot tubs. Not that we can’t do this at home. It’s just oh-so-much-more-relaxing with candles, soft music, and aromatherapy. And look at our skin! It’s so supple and well hydrated!
We didn’t really need makeup when we were in our teens, but we fought to wear it anyway. By the time we hit our thirties we found we couldn’t live without it, and Mabelline wasn’t cutting it, so we moved on to M.A.C.
Bras? Don’t get me started. We transition from what is essentially a bikini top in our tweens to a full-on harness in our forties. And by the time we’re wearing the harness, trust me, you don’t want to see us without it.
On the bright side, I notice women in their 70s rarely benefit from makeup. Some don’t even need to shave. So there’s hope down the road, girls.