Finally Lialy is revealing her own true story:

Ever since I was a little girl, my friends and my family would tell me that I had a beautiful face with beautiful eyes.

At fifteen all or most of my friends started to get acne but not me I got HAIR, facial hair.
Thin and dark; with time they became very long. Everyone noticed them because of my fair skin. I would generally hear people asking why my face was like this, that I should see a doctor, and that my face wasn’t normal.
I didn’t care that much at first because there was no pressure at school. I was popular, and none of my friends ever mentioned my facial hair being a problem, or that they disliked me, it was the adults who were talking.

My father was not hairy and my mother did not know what wax or tweezers were. She did not have one hair on her entire body. My sisters had hairs on their legs and their underarm, like every other woman, so why was I different?     I started to bleach my face, but the hair was starting to get thicker and thicker. It was ugly and more noticeable than anything [Imagine a brunette with a blonde beard].
At seventeen I started working as a doctor’s assistant. His specialties were mouth, nose and throat; he also studied Cosmetology in France. He liked me because I was doing a good job. I wanted to be a doctor, so I learned a lot from him before I went into college.

One day he said, let me do your face, I am cosmetologist. He got this big thick needle and said not to worry. He had to hold one hair at a time with the tweezers and poked the needle into the root and burned it.

He said just be patient and if we took some more hair everyday after work, I would be clean in no time. I appreciated his concern and since I trusted him I let him do it. He told me that we would start with my chin. At that time he did 9 hairs. Every time he poked that thick needle into my face I felt a knife in my heart, I smelled like a barbecue. At the end of this session, he told me that he studied cosmetology with his specialty as an extra credit but truthfully, he had never done it. I was his first experience. I stopped him by letting him know that I couldn’t handle the pain. I wanted to see how they were going to grow back, then we would decide if we would continue the process .My chin still has those scars until today, and those 9 hairs grew to be thicker and darker then the rest. At the time, I waxed my legs and underarms with Lialywax, or what we used to call it “Sugar”; I never thought about waxing my face because the hair would grow back and I wanted a permanent solution.

 
One of my sister’s friends studied esthetician in France and I heard that she was working in the same field I was looking for. She charged $50 an hour.
If I was not mistaken, she had what we now call electrolysis. When I went there, it was an electrical tweezers attached to a huge machine. She said it wouldn’t hurt. She had to hold each hair for 30 seconds and after, it would burn and fall by itself. She started, and the 30 seconds didn’t do any good, so she had to raise the volume of electricity. We did this for 2 full years for at least once a week. She felt sorry for me and cut the charge to $35 dollars an hour then to $15 then to FREE. The hair was growing darker, it looked like a hair plucked by tweezers and nothing else. I gave up; I stopped. To be continued…