Last night before I went to bed I decided to try out my mother's tweez-ee it to remove some peach fuzz from my face. Ok imagine a little machine that moves incredibly fast and has tiny tweezers at the end- I was definitely in Ouch Town,USA. I like to believe I have a good threshold for pain but this little contraption made me cry. After I finished and was laying in bed I had to ask myself why did I put myself through that? As women we do a lot of tweezing, waxing, bleaching, and other painful things to achieve a certain goal. How much is too much? SInce I was young my Nina has been telling me "beauty is pain", but how much pain should we truly withstand?