Gazelle Turns Salon Visit Into Nose Hair Waxing Spectacle

One of my Facebook Live videos took a hairy turn, and people couldn't get enough of it.

When you think of a spa night, you might picture facials, lashes or maybe even a massage. What you probably don’t think of is sticking hot wax up your nostrils and ripping out half the forest that’s been camping up there.

However, that’s exactly what happened when I decided to pay a visit to my friend Erica at Bombshell Lashes on Nash Road in New Bedford last night. What was supposed to be a routine lash appointment turned into a Facebook Live that drew over 3,000 curious viewers – all waiting to see me cry, scream or both.

Why Wax at All?

For weeks, I’d been dealing with the dreaded nose tickle. You know the one: no amount of blowing, Q-tipping or sneezing fixes it. Eventually, I realized it wasn’t allergies or dust. Nope. It was my nose hair, and it had staged a full-on rebellion.

Sure, I could’ve used a trimmer, but I figured if I was going to tackle this problem, I might as well go big – and nothing says “go big” like hot wax and a popsicle stick shoved up your nostrils.

The Anticipation Was Worse Than the Pain

To everyone’s surprise (and disappointment, judging by the comments), it didn’t really hurt. The pain wasn’t in the pull, it was in the anticipation. Imagine climbing the world’s tallest rollercoaster, knowing the drop is coming, but having to wait for the wax to harden before you plunge.

The first yank was over in a flash, though it left me crying like I’d just watched The Notebook. By the second nostril, I was almost addicted to the adrenaline rush.

Almost.

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The Aftermath: A Baby’s Nose

Let’s just say the results were dramatic.

Think shower drain meets dog hair tumbleweed. Michaela nearly gagged, Michael Rock was speechless, and I was left with what I can only describe as a baby’s nose. Smooth, clear, and suddenly capable of smelling colors.

Worth it? Absolutely.

Would I do it again? Honestly, yes. It was quick, oddly satisfying, and I can finally breathe without that constant tickle driving me nuts.

Now, a bikini wax? That’s where I draw the line.