Khloe Kardashian has shared the trauma of having her mum Kris Jenner spring a surprise armpit waxing on her when Khloe was just 13.
‘I remember when I was like 13 years old, my mom made me get a facial for the first time,’ she told People magazine. ‘I guess I’d started growing hair under my arms [at the time], so during the facial she had someone wax my underarms. But she didn’t warn me! I was like “What is happening!” It was so traumatising. I remember being terrified, and I didn’t want a facial for years because I thought that was part of it.’
Still, it could be worse, like not being allowed to start hair removal until way too late.
I wasn’t allowed to begin any form of hair removal until I was 16, around five years after the hair on my legs transformed from the light, unnoticeable fuzz of my childhood into darker, more prominent fur.
It was humiliating.
I was a teenage girl in high school battling all sorts of teen-angst with the added burden of being forbidden by my mother to shave under my arms and under my legs. The hair under my arms was easier to hide – as long as I continued to avoid participating in the school swimming carnival or any other event requiring sleeveless tops – however the hair on my legs was the bane of my existence.
Winter was fine. Our school uniform meant I got to wear tights and tracksuit pants. However during spring and summer my life was pure torture.
As long as I stayed out of the sun I was okay.
I’d encourage my friends to hang out undercover where we could sit or stand in the shade. Much to my horror they decided to migrate to the front of the school and sit on a grassy hill in the glaring sunlight that highlighted every, single dark strand of dark hair on my legs. I was mortified.
I’d try and cross my legs and then spend the entire time pulling my school uniform down between my legs to avoid flashing my undies to the boys playing football on the field in front of us. I blame those boys for my friend’s decision to change location.
My girlfriends would sit on the hill in a pose similar to something you’d see in one of those nature documentaries narrated by David Attenborough.
The female of the species lays by resting back on to her elbows and stretching her legs before her so as to gain the male’s attention and begin the mating ritual. The males will be prancing around in a sort of seductive dance involving a pig-skinned ball and much activity.