I remember as a little girl, watching my mom shave her legs. I thought it was so grown up and couldn't wait to start. I still shake my head at little, innocent me. Wanting to grow up too quickly. Now that I've been shaving my legs for over 20 years, I can say that beyond the shadow of a doubt, it's my least favorite grooming task. I enjoy it less than plucking my eyebrows. At least I can see what I'm doing when I'm taming the caterpillar. For a heavier girl, it's trickier to contort my body into a pretzel to get all the tough-to-reach spots, so it takes a long time. Until a few months ago, I … [Read more...]