I have always wanted to try Laser Hair Removal, but whenever I think about doing it, all these unsubstantiated fears come up and consume me.
Like how do we know it’s safe? What if voluntarily subjecting yourself to lasers gives you cankles in the near future?
What if leg Hair becomes fashionable 10 years from now and then I will look like a plucked chicken that no man will ever find sexy?
What if I get lost in the arctic circle while looking for Santa at the North Pole and the only thing that could save me from hypothermia is curling up with my big bushy Paul Bunyan legs?
What if when I am a senile old lady, I mistake my hairy legs for cute cuddly kittens that are always there with me, giving me something to live for…could I really deny my future bluehaired self that kind of pleasure?
What if the laser somehow deflects off my leg and hits a big shiny object like a desk or medical cabinet or something and then beams right into my eyes hypnotizing me to become the first anti Hair Removal robot. Where I turn into a lethal killing machine whenever anyone even mentions the phrase ‘hair removal’
That’s a little crazy I know! But we don’t know what these lasers are capable of…maybe that’s how the super heroes REALLY came to be…they were just regular civilians trying to rid themselves of excess hair…and poof laser in the eye! And now they have super powers and must save the fucking world every second of every day…what a pain in the arsehole…that theory makes much more sense to me than a spider bite or expedited human mutations.
Like how do we know it’s safe? What if voluntarily subjecting yourself to lasers gives you cankles in the near future?
Thanks for the Cankle pic
What if leg Hair becomes fashionable 10 years from now and then I will look like a plucked chicken that no man will ever find sexy?
Thanks for the Plucked Chicken Pic
Thanks for the hairy legs pic
What if when I am a senile old lady, I mistake my hairy legs for cute cuddly kittens that are always there with me, giving me something to live for…could I really deny my future bluehaired self that kind of pleasure?
Thanks for the cute kittens pic
What if the laser somehow deflects off my leg and hits a big shiny object like a desk or medical cabinet or something and then beams right into my eyes hypnotizing me to become the first anti Hair Removal robot. Where I turn into a lethal killing machine whenever anyone even mentions the phrase ‘hair removal’
That’s a little crazy I know! But we don’t know what these lasers are capable of…maybe that’s how the super heroes REALLY came to be…they were just regular civilians trying to rid themselves of excess hair…and poof laser in the eye! And now they have super powers and must save the fucking world every second of every day…what a pain in the arsehole…that theory makes much more sense to me than a spider bite or expedited human mutations.
Thanks for the Spiderman Costume pic
I also have an issue with Laser Hair removal because it’s just a priest and a bottle of holy water away from being a modern day exorcism. Where we banish unwanted body hair as if we were (get ready to use a heavy southern drawl here) ex-or-cisin’ the demons! Sending that hair back to the depths of hell from which it came.
The power of Christ compels you and so does the power of the Laser :o)
Anyone ever done this to themselves? Any problems? Does it actually work? Did you have hair removal remorse? Did you get cankles or Elephantitis of the leg area? Would love to know!
~I surrender to The Writing Womb~
