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I want to preface this review with some history. The only self waxing I have done is eyebrows since I was 18. For many years I had my unmentionables waxed by a pro. It's been about 3 years since anything but my eyebrows were done. It's important to note from one beginner to another thar bigger is not better. This goes for 2 things, the size of your wax gob and the amount of hair you rip at once. That being said, I started my first ever dip at this in my underarms. Whew was that the pits! The hair came out fairly easily after I got the hang on the wipe 3 pull 3 method that so many YouTube videos showed me. I'm thankful I kept the baby powder close cause I had fear sweats starting right away. YouTube said you must keep dry and that is super true. Alright so got that all done and went right on to my lower legs with a small amount of technique gained. I used 4 fingers and bravery to lead me through this. I got the little bumpy marks immediately, so off I went with a bit of cool water and we were off again. The first few rips were the hardest, it turns out that's cause I started at the ankles. So y'all, don't start there! Anywho it didn't take long before my legs were at least acceptable in 3/4 leggings. My confidence was SOARING. Look here, my pits and hairsticks were mostly smooth, why not move on to the depths of danger?! So off I went. I started too big. I started WAYYYYYYY too big. The gob of paste was too big as was the amount of hair I went for. Unlike my waxer had done in the past (which should have been the first hint I was going at it wrong) I went right down the middle with a full 3 fingers. I did the against the grain 3 times then pulled at that paste like it was in danger. No y'all, I was the one in danger! It took me every bit of gumption I had to keep going. It's not bravery, it's stupidity. Pure dumb Idiocracy. But here I was committed to a bikini ready bod, even if my fat rolls said no. I immediately stopped the ripping with the big handful I had used on my let's and swapped it out for a nice small ball that I could use my thumb for if I needed to. I kept going. The saving grace, I learned, was a nicely placed fan. It did wonderful at keeping the wax from getting too sticky. Also not being afraid to swap out my ball for another often helped. I made it through several rips with a little practiced breathing. I kid you not, I changed the line from Nemo the whole time I prepared. So I swiped the wax on and thought softly "sharkbait, ooh haha" before every pull. As ill timing would have it, my husband and son returned from the store while I was midway through. I didn't want them to know I was dying quietly in the other room, so I took a little break. That was a huge mistake y'all. Here's the thing, like a tattoo, after you get going the area goes a bit numb and you can proceed with just a bit of outward motivation. But once you go back in 45min later, your brain stops you from pressing forward. You go to do the pull and your brain SCREAMS at you too stop. But we already established there's a certain amount of stupidity required, so naturally I continued, despite my brains biggest emotional retaliation it was lodging against me. I only made it about 5 more rips after the break. I couldn't bring myself to continue. So here I sit, writing a review with mostly smooth legs, only a few stragglers in the pits and my nether bits looking like the weed whacker done ran out of string and I tried to replace it with a saw blade. The good news is that the size tub I got will last forever, especially because it now lives right there under the bathroom sink until the day I die.