Being slathered with a hot, glue-like substance is one thing, and poked at in one’s nether regions and places where “the sun doesn’t shine” by a complete stranger, another. But having body hair uprooted by the hundreds in one swift sweep is the epitome of what suffering for beauty (and fashion) truly means.
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