Okay, this is going to be kind of weird. Let me start of by letting you all know that right now my eyebrows are a mess. A bushy, shapeless, mess. They've been like this for, oh, about two or three weeks. Why don't I just pluck them back to the perfectly sculpted shape they once were? Because I'm too admittedly damn scared to do it myself.
I really don't know what the big deal is about eyebrows. I mean, what the hell are they anyways? Two patches of hair above your eyes that, if groomed properly, can somehow bring out your eyes and change the dimensions of your face? I don't buy it, but I still obsess over them.
Maybe I'm overreacting. It's not like that's the first thing somebody is going to notice about me. People aren't pointing at me and saying to each other "Look how hideous and overgrown that girl's eyebrows are! I can't even look! Ahhh!". Part of being a teenage girl is obsessing over stupid things and being dramatic, even if you truly believe you have the mind of a thirty-year-old.
It's not like I have a uni brow or anything, I wouldn't let that happen. But I've lost my precious arches, and to the trained eye you can definitely tell that I need to get them done again.
Usually I maintain them and pluck the stray pop-up hairs, but I was on vacation for a month and stupid me thought you couldn't bring tweezers on an airplane. And so these caterpillars were the result. Now I have no idea how to restore them to their former glory again and will have to wait until I see my aunt again (she is a professional, not to mention the classiest lady I know) and ask her.
I think my greatest fear is of over plucking and ending up with two pencil-thin commas on my head that make me permanently excited. I've seen plenty of girls at schools who did that and they never grew back. Seriously, they'd just draw some on like that wasn't totally obvious and in gym their eyebrows would sweat off and end up somewhere on their cheeks.
I've accidentally shaven half of one of my eyebrows about a year ago. I'll explain how that happened in my upcoming post about all of my blond moments, but let's just say my dad didn't believe me and said that there was no way I could have been that stupid. Well, I am...kinda. Anyways, after that happened, my initial reaction was to even it out and shave them off completely. How liberating that would be, like chopping off your hair or throwing all yours bras into a bonfire. It would be a revolution, a symbol of anarchy. But, I'm too much of a vain sheep to go through with that idea, so I'm just going to get them reshaped again. And this time, I'm going to maintain them.
Probably.
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