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\nSugar – Sugarer – Sugarist
\nIts great being a Bikini Sugarer. A Waxer, a Hair Removal Specialist, or my personal favorite, Mistress of Pain. I\n have been waxing of peoples private parts since I was fifteen. I tested\n out of high school early and my mom made me either go to school or get a\n job. One was significantly less scary than the other. So barley a \nteenager, off I went to beauty school. I was such a baby, like literally\n a child. And I was surrounded by women of all ages and incredible \nstories. Recently divorced, maybe going through a mid life crisis, girls\n in there twenties looking for a good trade, and my personal favorite \nthe rich housewife. I think they liked “spas” and wanted to hang out in \none all day. I entered school pre 911, I remember watching the news with\n my fellow ladies in our wax room on that day. It was a long time ago, \nis what Im trying to say, and industry was very different. There was a \nsalon or spa making money on every corner of Palm Springs where I grew \nup. So going into the facial business seemed like a great idea! I \nliterally couldn’t give them away these days, people don’t have the time\n or money. Thats why Sugaring kicks ass, because it is a service that \nimmediately makes you feel clean and beautiful. Its organic and is even \nbetter when you make it your self (I do).

\nSo the Tomboy goes to beauty school, and I hated facials. I was the \ntype, that never really wore a bunch of makeup and was born with pretty \ngreat skin. (Until I got Lupus on my face that is) So you can’t hate me \nto much! I am not being conceded here, any successful esthetician is \nusually some kind of “ethnic”. Olive or brown skin girls got great \ncomplexion! The darker the skin the more oil it naturally creates and \nholds, and the less it shows the cracks and damage. So there I was, at \nbeauty school, learning about facials and make up and other stupid \nstuff. And my Romanian teachers are showing us how to “Sell” people crap\n they don’t need. My teacher said, people love hearing how “they are \nspecial and have special skin” and therefore cannot go without facials \nevery day or whatever. This was the moment I thought, oh I’m gonna suck at this.

\nI would like to think that I was born a very moral person, but thats \nonly kind of true. I mean we try, but come on. I’m not saying I’m the \ndevil, I am actually very socially minded. But the truth is I have \nalways valued “being the good girl”, by saving people money, telling a \nsecret factoid, or giving good advise. So I hated selling fake products,\n that did nothing but empty your wallet. Even the products I sell now, I\n just recommend for you them to buy them online. Because I care more \nabout results and honesty then most things. And I know the real value of\n a waxer or sugarer, is her experience and skill.

\nMy sister once said, why do you have to correct people all the time? Oh \nsisters, right?  While my best buddy said, “I love how you help \nstrangers find there way” so depending on how annoying I am being this \nis either a good thing or a bad thing.


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\nBut I had this sort of moment where I figured out who I was gonna be. I \nthink you have a lot of them when your in your teens years, especially \nif you were like me and thrown into the fire. I remember my Step Dad \nletting us wax his legs at beauty school. This a man who could be easy \nshoot accidentally if he walked around the forest without a shirt on. We\n killed Sash-quash, they would say! It’s so beautiful when you figure \nout these little pieces of who \nyour gonna be when you “grow up”. Being just a little woman, and \nautomatically standing up for what you believe to be right. You don’t \nknow even know its happening at the time, you just see it in hindsight. \nOr you mess up and you think back and say, I’m not going to do that \nagain. Slowing figuring out where you shine, and gravitating towards \nthat. I’m still gravitating around the world myself, and I hope I never \nstop.


\nI remember being at my moms work christmas party, and one of her \ncoworkers who had sort of seen me grow up, was shocked at my career \nchoice. I was a girl in his eyes that could never do something as \ninteractive as talk to strangers. So although no one had asked me to be \nbrave yet in my fifteen years of life, I found out I could be through \nwaxing. I was titled a very common term the WAX QUEEN,\n but at the time it was the first time I had heard it and I was blown \naway. I’m a queen at something, at last! A queen! How amazing for a shy \nlittle princess who used to talk to her pet chickens.

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\nSugaring is weird. You apply this sticky stuff to human skin, on \nvulnerable hairs that have lived their last days on the legs they came \nin with. And you are told to yank with all your strength in a smooth \nparallel motion. You have to be able to hurt someone to help someone. \nHurt to Help. Thats why a lot of waxers are what I like to call \n“bitches”. We are difficult, we are firm in our believes. Your wrong, we\n are right. So on behalf of all of us, I would to apologies to society. I\n have found that it is about half of all people that can do this \n“pressure thing”. Some cannot pull hairs off, they pull all slowly and \nthe person who volunteered is looking for the door. These people cannot \nyank a bandage off, and they do a pretty crap job at puncturing the skin\n when taking blood. In all industry and aspects of life, there are \npeople that are comfortable applying pressure and those who would rather\n not at all. It’s as if they do not want the burden of causing \ndiscomfort. Because you have to be able to turn off your empathy for a \nquick second or something. People who are very much on the other side of\n the pressure\/not pressure graph sometimes say hurtful things to me. \nThey say, “You must be a bit of a sadist to do this” or “You like \nhurting people”. I have always thought, I don’t like it, I’m just the \nmost qualified. I am doing you a favor by not letting someone else hurt \nyou more.

\n\nI’m not sure what it is, but my friends that refuse to apply the \npressure, are really great at other things. They are excellent at \nlistening and being compassionate. Maybe they are more sensitive or it \nmight be a confidence\/ego thing. But I jokingly say when my friends get \nsick, you want that bitchy nurse to take your blood not the one that is \nsuper sweet.
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\nI have been a hair removal expert for eighteen years, and thats a really\n long time when your just a tad over thirty. Like so little, like an \ninch over thirty. Sometimes I don’t even notice I’m ripping out hair \nanymore. I forget y’all are naked. I just do it Sugaring automatically. I\n could do it blindfolded! You know what I notice everyday, and am grateful for everyday…\n my peoples. My clients, and my pals. I spend more time with my clients \nthen anything else, and thats awesome! I notice when they are sad, and I\n try to make them laugh. Some days I really kill it (like a comedian). \nThey notice when I am lonely and try to cheer me up. I don’t enjoy torturing, but I’m great at it. 


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\nMy clients have visited me with a swollen lupus face, which brought me \nso much pain and embarrassment I could not even describe it. I am so \ngrateful to the love and kindness you all gave me. Treating me with love\n and respect, and supporting me got me through the worst of it. Women \nhave an instinctual desire to help our wounded sisters, especially when \nthere are awesome. And generally, we are all awesome. Its why we stop \nwhen we see someone crying, or you know run away depending on how were \ndoing that day. My clients have come in when I had my IV port stuck \nunder a bandage in my arm. They have listened when I described lupus and\n how it effects a lot of women in the world. We always chat about very \ngenuine things, and so rarely just about the weather. I have always been\n a believer of “big talk” over small talk. Our time on earth connecting \nwith each other is so fleeting and precious, I just want to be in it, \nwith everyone I meet. And you really can, if you walk into a \nconversation without judgment and a sense of understanding. You can talk\n about politics, religion, love, or to worst kind of pains. Even worse \nthan a Brazilian!

\nWhen first timers come in all scared for there first Brazilian, I say this. You’re\n a woman, your stronger than you think, and we were built to survive \npain. From making babies, to being the smaller sex, we have always had a\n struggle. We aren’t just built for pain, we are built to endure it. Men are to but for different reasons.

\nI am a sugarer. Sugar-er. Errrrrr. But after eighteen years, like you, I\n am more than one thing. We are more then the job we claim  as our \ntitle. Every winter the shop slows down a bit and I get into some \ncleaning and some soul searching. I have decided that I am going to be a\n writer. I am going to get better after every sentence I complete . I \nhave always wanted to write professionally, and I have the ability to \nfail and get up again. My new favorite person (Brene Brown) talks about \npeople who are successful are comfortable failing. How those who do not \ngive up and are okay with failure, are the ones who make it. I may have \nfailed, but I am not a failure is the mindset. I have always been \nexcellent at being terrible at stuff. I have baked more things for my \ntrash can than my friends. Now I bake wedding cakes for friends. So \nthats my survival plan for the winter. I hope today you look at \nsomething you have always wanted to do and just do it. It’s not about \nbeing the best, it is about the love of that thing you’re trying not to \nsuck at anymore. If your not sure what you love, just keep doing \nanything and everything aimlessly until you figure it out. I am so lucky\n to love a bunch of stuff, and a bunch of incredible people thanks to \nsugaring.

The universe rewards those who don’t give up. So go bake a crap cake! 



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\nThanks for reading Sugar Pies
\nCarly

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