When I was 15, I started growing facial hair.
My world would come crashing down anytime I felt anything on my chin. I kept a razor close because I never knew when I’d need to snatch the hair off. You wouldn’t catch me stepping out of the house without checking every three days. And on the days I didn’t—because I was rushing—I’d either grab a pack on the go or turn the car around and go shave.
Now that I’m in my 30s, I used to have my routine down packed. On the days I honestly stopped giving a f*ck, you might even hear me joke, “My body wants me to be my father’s son so bad.” I’d laugh to keep from crying. I had accepted it, but 15-year-old me wondered if it would ever end.
One day, I decided enough was enough. I went to a consult for laser hair removal sometime last year. It seemed like the move—but baby, my pockets said no ma’am. I didn’t want to ask for help. I was doing this for me, so I wanted to pay for it myself.
By then, I had graduated from keeping razors in the car to carrying a razorless electric shaver in my purse.
Then one day, my godmother mentioned her electrolysis appointment. I asked so many questions and immediately begged her for the info so I could book an appointment ASAP!!! Her results were chef’s kiss. No hyperpigmentation, no scars—just clear, smooth skin. I was sold on the spot. She sent me everything, but I sat on it for a bit.
Why? Was I scared? I don’t know. But I knew the answer to my prayers was right at my fingertips.
Eventually, I stopped playing and booked the consult—and I’m so glad I did.
Ms. Stacey changed my life in just a few months.
I’m not crying (yes I am lol)—you are. Seriously, I haven’t had to worry about touching my face and feeling more hair than someone’s son going through puberty. That weight I’d been carrying? Gone.
At every appointment, her machine counts how many hairs she removes—and it amazes me every time. The first session? 494 hairs. The next? 542. “I would’ve laid there till she got to 600…” I tweeted. I’ve been super vocal about this journey on Twitter because the girls had questions. And I’m glad I could be a light—there are options beyond laser removal.
With each session, the numbers kept going up. Some days were in the high 400s or 500s. A few weeks ago, she removed the most she ever had in an hour: 696. Yep. Six hundred and ninety-six little overachievers showed up and chose violence.
But the last appointment? That’s when it all hit me.
I showed up and laid on her table like usual. When she looked at me, she started laughing and jumping. I HAD NOTHING ON MY FACE. She asked why I didn’t cancel if there weren’t any hairs. I told her I wanted her to see her work in all its glory. She was so excited for me.
I could’ve cried (if you haven’t noticed by now, I’m what they call a crybaby), but I held it together. That moment confirmed I made the right decision. She still removed a few—very thin, barely-there hairs—and the number? 207. From here, the count will only keep dropping.
My appointments are booked through June. Hair might grow back—part of the process—but I’m more than ready to cross the finish line. Does it hurt? YES! Electrolysis is the passing of a direct electric current through an electrolyte which is producing chemical reactions at the electrodes and decomposition of the materials. Basically, she is going down to the root of the hair and zapping each hair away. So before each appointment, I apply 5% lidocaine cream and cover it with plastic wrap so that way it actually works. Did I look crazy making that drive? Maybe but I didn’t care. Ms. Stacey also suggests taking some Tylenol to help with the pain as well, but I never did. The lidocaine would always do the job.
Gone are the days of hiding my chin in pictures. Gone are the days of hiding my chin in my hoodies. I can think back to a few years ago when the facial hair was at its worst. I didn’t take pictires because there was no way of hiding the hair. No matter what I did, shaving and putting on makeup, I still knew what was there. I made sure to not bring attention to my face. Gone are the days of hiding, PERIOD! The selfies are going to hit ten times harder this summer. Trust and believe that!!!
So to all my girlies dealing with PCOS or unwanted facial hair: Please, please, please look into electrolysis. It has truly changed my life, and I wholeheartedly believe it can do the same for you.
And if you happen to see me walking around with my head held high—it’s because I’m showing off my chin, lol. Pay me no mind. I’m just excited.
See you in the next one!
Xoxo, Jonice 💋
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