Surf. over waxing crisis!!

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Let me confess: I overwax the fuck out of my board. Like a coconut scented sugared donut. Sex wax city! was sticky everywhere, especially in the chest area, and when I tried to move mid-wave, I legit couldn’t shift. Katelyn saw it and was like, “You waxed your stomach zone?? Rookie, grom, kook... whyyyyyy.” 

okay bitch :) I know, I know, you want wax where your hands and arms go. I also add a lil wax near my left hip since I grip from the right side (goofy side supremacy 4 lyfeeee). But too much up too locked in place like a pissed-off statue. 

Couldn’t even adjust to turn that well. Couldn’t super be arsed to scoot. Lesson learned. targeted wax is a secret weapon. It’s mystical sex wax rune placement, strategized well... i am not larping as a psychopath toddler with a glue stick. Just enough wax to grip. Not enough to trap Lepus and my torso in a wax coffin. I scraped it down with a sufboard comb and spiritually repented to my beautiful board. Never again.

Remember not to overwax, overthing, overdo. Smack your impostor syndrome in the dick. Surf some calm seas.

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