What women don't talk about...

On a rare morning off this morning (as in no children and no work) i took myself off to the shops. New moisturiser, new jumper, some paint tester pots (for my quest to create the perfect home)... all quite run-of-the-mill.

I saved the best stop for last - threading.

I LOVE threading. I am addicted, having been converted in 2007 by some co-workers who could not believe i DARE pluck my eyebrows. Now i completely understand their viewpoint, and frequently force it upon others with whom i might happen to chat to about beauty related topics (not as often as I'd like, but it happens).

Having my eyebrows threaded is my relaxing time, my 'me' time, i don't find it particularly painful, in fact i find it quite therapeutic, and it's cheap.

However, i do skulk in, hoping no one sees me going in and especially not coming out. Why? I hear you ask. Well, quite simply, it's the 'tache.

Hello, my name is Steph, and i have a hairy lip. Nice.

Threading takes care of this quite nicely, it does hurt like hell having it done, but it's necessary. I ask for them to do it first, and do it quick. This is to enable my eyes to stop watering, and my red lip to fade before i have to leave the shop, and walk through town with my head pointed down, where I'm sure i can still hear people whispering 'That woman's got a mustache'.

I've always been a bit hairy. I'm sure, at times, Chewbacca would have an easier time at the waxers than me. Being blessed with poly-cystic ovarian syndrome, excess hair is a symptom, and having two children certainly served to reduce it a bit (whilst creating a whole host of other body issues, bless them), yet business still needs taking care of. I'm fine with this, and secure in the knowledge that loads of other women have it done, yet don't talk about it (although, really, i think we should talk about it more, it would take the edge off the embarrassment, slightly). That was, however, until the therapist uttered these words to me:

'Chin, madam?'