As I stepped into the shower, neon-green bottle of Veet in hand, my heart started to flutter a little bit faster and my mind started racing. What if it burns my flesh away? What if it makes my skin break out in a red, bubbling rash? The semi-irrational fears of usage were invading my mind. “What the hell have I gotten myself into,” I thought.
But with a few deep breaths, the warmth of an inviting stream of hot water and the feel of my not-so-shaven legs, I was ready to try it. I went to read the directions.
What? No directions. Instead, written in small print, it says, “follow the directions for use on the leaflet.” You have to bring a piece of paper into the shower to find out how to use the stuff?
I now had to exit the shower to go find the leaflet, which I had thrown away. I read the directions (which are loaded with warnings, might I add).
Like ripping off a Band-Aid©, I figured I better get this over with – fast. I squeezed the lavender smelling substance into my hand, smoothed it over my skin and waited, washed it off and viola, it was done – my first Veet experience.
No burning, no rash, but not the smoothest skin. Needless to say, I think I’m sticking to my good old disposable razors, but for you brave souls out there, maybe Veet’s for you.
For more information, visit www.veet.com.