I did it. I epilated my legs for the first time this year - well I do up to my knees. I've avoided doing it for so long but I can't be bothered with shaving all of the time and it's too hot to wear my beloved leggings all of the time. As soon as I started I hated it. Even listening to Hall & Oates loudly didn't help to distract me from the pain. I concentrated on one leg, letting it touch my leg for a millisecond at a time. Then I realised it was a bad idea as if I got so far with the one then I would have to do the same on the other. I told myself off for not doing it since last summer as my tolerance had been super high, but it's time consuming and I resent having to spend time doing such things. If only I could happily flash hairy legs without worrying what other people think, though I've said it before and I'll say it again, I do like smooth legs.
I text my boyfriend (T, I'm going to refer to him as T from now on as I'm finding it cringy being like 'my boyfriend, my boyfriend' all of the time) to tell him that I'm epilating my legs and it's so painful. He says 'do what you want... it's your legs...'. People keep telling me that they've had their legs lasered and it seems like an option. Hand over some cash but then I won't have to deal with stuff for a while. I have noticed that there are patches with no hair now though, so if I keep epilating them eventually maybe it will stop by itself? I tell T that I resent everyone who makes me feel like I have to do this to myself though.
Luckily after a while my tolerance started to build up so that at least I could daydream about stuff that then stressed me out. Now I have irritated bumpy legs but hopefully it will pass soon.
The first time I ever heard about an epilator was when I was a teenager in Paris with family. My aunt had commented about my boobs becoming 'bazookas', which was the first and last time they have ever been referred to in that way. She had an epilator so in the room with my older sister and cousin she held one leg and ran it down my leg. I made a noise and she stopped and I told her not to continue. That one part of my leg was very smooth though... I didn't go near one again for 10 or so years, but I guess I have 'embraced' it more over the last couple of years.