Look away if you never want to think about my bikini line
Around 18 months ago, I made the decision, along with a friend, to go to Thérapie on Dublin’s Molesworth Street to have laser hair removal – the permanent process by which hair is, eh, removed. Thérapie was then doing 80% …
Around 18 months ago, I made the decision, along with a friend, to go to Thérapie on Dublin’s Molesworth Street to have laser hair removal – the permanent process by which hair is, eh, removed. Thérapie was then doing 80% off laser hair removal courses (an offer it is still doing, and one has to wonder if this is now the standard price for laser hair removal) and it seemed like a sound investment. For the brazilian, which is what I had done (resulting in a landing strip of hair left), Thérapie is currently charging €587, paid in instalments, or €490 if you pay on the day of your initial consultation – for a course of six treatments.
(Kim Kardashian may or may not have a brazilian, but look at her on the cover if W magazine!)
I paid it all in one go, therefore receiving the extended discount on the upfront price, and embarked upon my sessions.
So, what did I like? The laser worked. That’s the most important bit – but it does help that I have dark hair. Thérapie states that laser hair removal may not work on the fair-haired among you, because the laser needs to be able to see the hair against your skin. For similar reasons, it might not be entirely effective if you’re dark-skinned, and you can’t have your laser done if you have fake tan (but then again, when it comes to the bikini line, you can probably spare the fake tan on that particular area). I am now not quite as hairless as a baby (ugh!) but my bikini line is as tidy as it ever has been after a wax (Brazilia used to be my waxing salon of choice).
Treatments are short – they last a maximum of 20 minutes, meaning they can easily be fitted in on your lunchbreak and you can go back to work afterwards with no one the wiser (unlike when you get your eyebrows waxed and go back with seriously pink and shiny eyelids – sob).
What did I not like? Each time I went to Thérapie, I was tended to by a different therapist. I found this a little disconcerting, because just when I found I was used to someone staring at my pelvic area, along came another young woman to do the same for 20 minutes. It also meant that, when I wanted to go “would you mind doing this bit right here, that I find is a bit stubborn”, I didn’t gather up the courage to actually utter the words until visit number four, meaning that there are certain, ahem, areas, that are better lasered than others.
It’s not entirely pain-free. I hear they have now started doing laser with a new machine, that is pain-free, but when I had my laser done, man, did it sting (anyone else?!). You also can’t wax in between treatments, so if you want to keep yourself in check you need to shave, which is not the most comfortable thing in the world, either.
It’s expensive – and time-consuming. It’s a lot of money to pay for something you’re not even sure will work, and it takes around a year for all of your treatments to be done. So you need to know you won’t be emigrating in the near future, and if you go on holidays and happen to tan your bikini area, you will be set back. You need to make appointments fairly far ahead (although they’re very accommodating about appointment changes, to be fair) so you need to have a vague idea of your medium-term plans.
Would I recommend it? In a word, yes. I hated waxing; I hated going, I hated paying, I hated even thinking about it. Now I don’t have to. I keep myself trimmed (sorry for the information overload, mother) in the shower and I don’t worry about it at all. I do have moments of crisis where I wonder if I’ll miss the bush when I get older – or what if trends change and we’re back to 1970s Playboy pubes?! Then I try to push that to the back of my mind and don’t give it much thought at all.