Unlike men, who simply have to slather on some shaving foam and glide a razor over their faces, facial hair removal has never been quite so simple for us ladies. Because of this, monthly trips to the salon to pay experts to tame our facial fuzz have become fixed fixtures in diaries of women across the land, and I’m left asking myself: Where’s the justice? Despite 88% of us admitting that we’re self-conscious about unwanted facial hair, traditional facial hair removal techniques such as waxing, threading and laser are time-consuming, painful and expensive.
And such methods are rarely great for the skin either. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee a breakout with every moustache wax appointment I attend. Suffice it to say that having to go to a salon for any sort of hair removal really annoys me, especially when men appear to have it so easy. With all of this in mind, I feel that now is probably the time to say that, since salons have been closed, I have missed my wax appointments more than I thought possible. With no feasible means to get rid of my moustache at home (I had a very unfortunate hair removal cream situation last year that I don’t want to relive), I have been itching to book in for a full-face wax.
But then, one afternoon a couple of months ago, as I cleared out my beauty stash, I stumbled across a pack of three single-blade women’s facial razors in my bathroom cabinet. They had been sent to me by a brand many moons ago when I was writing a feature about the new-at-the-time beauty fad of dermaplaning. A form of professional, mechanical exfoliation popular in salons and clinics, dermaplaning is the beauty industry’s fancy name for face shaving. Usually carried out with a single-blade razor, it works to remove dead skin and, more importantly for me, vellus hair (peach fuzz) to leave your complexion looking smoother and brighter.
And I say that dermaplaning was a “new” treatment but in fact, from Cleopatra to Marilyn Monroe, rumour has it that some of beauty’s most influential women regularly shaved their faces to achieve a more youthful, glowing complexion. So why had I waited so long to try it? Well, my facial hair is abundant and the last thing I have ever wanted was to be met with stubbly, shadowy regrowth. However, with lockdown encouraging me to live my life on the edge along with the fact I’m not seeing anyone and had absolutely nothing to lose, after a quick brush-up on technique, before I knew it I was stood in front of my bathroom mirror shaving my own face. And, if I’m honest, I’ve got some thoughts on the whole ordeal that I’m desperate to share with you all.