There’s a reason I don’t watch the news. And it has a lot to do with not putting myself in a bad mood while eating my Cheerios when news sources report that 12-year-olds are getting bikini waxes.
It’s been awhile, but I’m pretty sure that when I was 12 I had just enough hair down there to be embarrassed by my changing body, but not enough to warrant a Brazilian. And I’m also pretty sure my parents would have looked at me like I was crazy had I been aware enough about adult female waxing rituals and asked for one. But according to a recently reported Good Morning America story, times are a’changing. Not only are beauty salons advertising things like “virgin bikini waxes” for the prepubescent (the theory being that waxing now reduces what comes in later), but enough mothers are buying into the trend to warrant news coverage. Botox Mom, anyone?
I’m not a perfect mother. I freely admit this. But I gotta tell ya. . . I feel pretty good about my parental high horse when I say that there’s no way on earth I would ever allow my daughter to visit a beauty shop for anything other than a pretty shade of light pink on her toenails, because a virgin bikini wax is just not going to happen.
But then again, "not being allowed" is a pretty far cry from "Mommy Made Me Do It", don’t ya think?
Lissa has a fantastic book about everything and anything you ever wanted to know about your vagina. Maybe you’ve heard of it? And, interestingly enough, the hair so many of us voluntarily choose to shave off, wax off, or otherwise remove from our bodies is (and get this…) actually supposed to be there. Now, what you do with your va-jay-jay and your pubic hair is your business, and I’m not going to judge. But you get a free pass because you’re an adult and have earned the right to make decisions like that.
I will, however, raise a questioning eyebrow at the mother (or father) who, obviously forgetting what the mind game of being 12-years-old is actually like, takes it upon her or himself to give their little girl another reason to feel self-conscious by suggesting something as ludicrous as a bikini wax. (Side note for the emotionally scarred and formerly hairy teenagers reading this: I realize there are exceptions to every rule. Hell, I was wearing a B-cup when I was eight so a pre-teen with an actual need for a bit of a trim down there to help avoid swim class embarrassment doesn’t surprise me. Me and my eyebrow have a problem with the idea of a virgin wax done solely for the purpose of reducing what grows in the future.) Last time I checked, kids can be cruel. Our own children certainly don’t need to fear parental judgment regarding their bodies. And they definitely don’t need us booking a bikini wax for them and driving them to the appointment, unless the therapist has already been booked for that afternoon and that’s your next stop.
Think you have to lose five pounds before you can be seen in public in a bathing suit? Wearing jogging pants to bed tonight because you didn’t feel like shaving your lady bits while in the shower today?
Fine. And fine. I happen to think my frizzy curls (clarification: on my head. . .) are hideous but spend as much time as I can telling my daughter how much I love her ringlets. Why? Because I came upon my hang-ups the good old-fashioned way as I grew into an overly self-critical adult and not because my mother booked Mommy and Me bikini waxes and called it “bonding.”
Little girls (and young boys) need only to turn on the TV to bombard themselves with societal expectations regarding the human body. “You Must” and “You Should” is thrown at them at every turn regarding their bodies and the hair on their heads. And yet, there are parents who are encouraging their daughters to go bare down there before anything has even grown in for the sake of hopefully reducing the amount of hair and associated thickness as they grow into adults. And these are the little girls who will grow into the adult women who will probably wonder why Mommy told them they had to go get a Brazilian after dinner but before they could get on Facebook with their equally socially awkward best friends to message each other about how they’ll let their own children make up their own minds about waxing their vaginas one day.
What do you think, ladies? Let’s discuss in the comments.
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