I’ve always been cursed with really stubborn hair and super sensitive skin for as long as I can remember. The story of my first time shaving included a bottle of Nair that my cousin Sara and I convinced her dad to buy us for “my mom” (because we were too embarrassed or scared of getting caught buying it for ourselves.) We had no idea how long it would take, how badly it would burn or how it actually just doesn’t work all together. My whole family was getting ready to go to Fuddruckers while Sara and I were still in the tub with the dumb Nair. My sister smelled it through the door and blew our cover by yelling at us for using her Nair loud enough for the whole house to hear (if we only knew she had a bottle of Nair, then we wouldn’t have made Uncle Mark…