Have you ever said something with a double meaning without realizing it?  It happened to me while waxing a male client last week.

Sam is a bouncer at a San Francisco nightclub and rides a motorcycle.  His muscles, tattoos and bald head makes for an intimidating appearance, and when he smiles the little boy inside comes out and you can see the sweet guy he is.

He’s been a client for the past 6 years and usually has his back and arms waxed.  “The tattoos in my arms are more evident without hair,” he says.  He is very particular about even the finest hair in those muscular arms as well as the hair on his knuckles.

During his last session, he was still on his stomach from the back waxing and with both arms resting on the waxing table.  So, I decided to wax the arms as he was instead having Sam sit on the corner of the waxing table.

I realized this was a much better position for this type of waxing.  It surprised me how fast I was able to remove every single hair in a third of the time.

So, as he was ready to leave, I declared, “Sam, I loved that position much better, didn’t you?  Let’s do that again next time!”  With a malicious look in his face he said, “Reny, Do you realize what you just said?”  Ai, ai, ai, Caramba!  I apologized and we laughed.

It has become joke and so every time he comes for his wax he says without fail, “Hey Reny, do you want to do that position again?”

Late that day while having dinner with my husband he asked me about my day.

“Oh, honey I had a great day at work, I tried a new position with this guy and it was much, much better!!!”

For one reason or another, my clients sometimes bring their daughters along for their BBW appointments. I enjoy seeing the dynamic between them and silently watch how each mother reacts when faced with privacy and intimacy issues.

Not surprisingly, culture plays a strong role in how the mothers conduct themselves. For example:

The conventional mothers figure out a way to have their kids at an arms length but away from their naked bodies.  One mom often leaves her girls in my reception area with a book or their cell phones.  She locks the door and wonders what her girls might be telling (or texting) their friends about their Mom’s trip to her “Brazilian Waxer.”  Another mother brings her girl inside the waxing room, places her in a chair facing the corner of the room with a book and often warned her not to look back.

The more open minded mothers seem to think of it as something their daughters might do in the future and they act as if is just another appointment, such as a haircut or a manicure, not a big deal at all.

I remember a “cool mother’s” (her daughter’s term) visit.  On this occasion, her 8-year-old was not only in the room, but she climbed on the stool next to my waxing table and was intently watching all my moves.  Her mother, in a refined language explained the procedure as well as the reason she was there.  She went further saying that in a few years the girl herself might be paying me a visit to get rid of her own hair.  They seemed so close and so comfortable in each other’s company that I thought to myself, what a great way to build a solid foundation for a trusting and healthy relationship.

Then, last year I had the privilege of having a bride and her mother for a BBW.  I was delighted to see how these two generations apart adults were unreserved about talking of their bodies, sex and their husbands.  While listening and watching them, I thought how wonderful if more mothers and daughters could share the same mutual trust.  They took turns on the waxing table while making suggestions about each other’s waxing style always with a sweet word and respect.

The healthy interactions between these two reminded me of my own up bringing in Brazil where “shame”, “embarrassment” or  “disgusting” were words rarely used towards our bodies.

Finally, there is Annie. She is five years old and loves to come to see me wax her mom.  I usually spread powder on her mom’s thighs and ask for her “help” spreading it.  Annie talks non-stop and is excited when she shows me a few fuzzy hairs on her arm, and tells me she’ll soon become my client.

Annie’s mom called me recently to tell me that while in the shower together, Annie looked up and said, “Gee mom I think is time for you to go see Reny!!”OO

Thank you all for the kind words of support and incentive about my life article on MORE.com magazine.  I deeply appreciate your spreading the word, buying more books for gifts and placing a comment on the magazine’s and my website.

You are all very special to me!

Let’s hope that the article opens the doors to better and bigger comunication vehicles.  It is essential to me to talk about the power of the Brazilian and how it is a way we often transform and more authentically love our bodies and ourselves.

Util next time, here’s my quote of the day to all of you:

“Nurture your poosie as a lush, beautiful garden – get rid of the weeds and reveal your tulips.”

I am so very happy to share this news with you.  More.com asked me to write an article for their REINVENT YOURSELF section.  I had a fabulous time doing it and am very happy of how it turned out.

Check it out! And, forward to others to get the word out about CONFESSIONS!

And, as always, thank you so much for your support.  I know the good energy of my readers, clients, friends and family are what make these great things come about.

Cheers,
Reny
Let there always be laugther.  And, absolutely no hair.

This past week there has been a lot of development for CONFESSIONS and I have been writing madly.

Specifically, I was asked to write and article for MORE.com Magazine about my life and the Brazilian Bikini Wax.  The experience has been fun and hectic.  Everyone has their own writing processes, and my is something like this:  Wax poosie at the office, run home and write a paragraph, wax a male client, come home and write another paragraph, wax, write, wax, write, wax, write.  Thankfully, I have a number of satisfied clients and  the article is nearly done.

OF COURSE, as soon as it is out I will put a link on the site for you.

Cheers,

Reny
Let there be laughter. And, absolutely no hair.