Sometimes I honestly surprise myself with how totally unobservant and mindless I can be. I’m a very smart, creative, resourceful person. But my brain seems to just skip over certain things, not noticing details. Not being aware of the obvious. Not realizing I have been doing something for decades that has been altering my face…
Case in point. If you follow my Facebook page, you will recall that I recently went and visited my friend who does eyebrows. I was contemplating getting my brows microbladed because there were gaps from where my brows should start and where they actually were. The consultation went great but I needed to wait to get anything done because I’m preggo. The visit wasn’t a waste though. I received a clean-up, and she plotted out where she would fill in at a future visit.
See figure 1a and 1b (Evie on my stomach is how a lot of appointments usually turn out. She likes to be up my ass).
All good. I agreed with her placement and couldn’t wait for 2024+ when I could actually get this done. Look at that GAP!
I got home that day and was telling Vince about my visit. He didn’t realize the point of the consultation was to prep for a future microblading session. He thought I was just getting advice on how to grow my eyebrows. At least that’s what I think he was thinking because after I told him about my day he just said “that’s cool. How long will it take for them to grow in that way?”
I immediately shot him down and said they wouldn’t. There are gaps, see?! It’s been that way for as long as I can remember. Hair just doesn’t grow there….
Then, later that night it hit me. Like a lightning bolt.
You. fucking. moron.
You are a fucking moron.
I have been plucking my eyebrows for decades. DECADES. Every day like clockwork. It’s my morning routine. I’m Italian and there’s hair on my face in places where I don’t want hair. The little mustache valances that drape the corners of my smile. The one mysterious blond hair that sprouts out of my chin on occasions. And my unibrow.
The unibrow that I just realized filled in the gaps I was thinking I needed microblading to correct. I had been plucking away at those hairs for years. Years! Blame the 90’s and Courteney Cox that caused me to wield my tweezers like a damn weed whacker. But what’s worse is that I didn’t think twice about it when I looked at my reflection the one day and thought “hmmmm, my eyebrows are too short. Why are there such big gaps? I should pay money to have those filled.”
No, you freaking idiot!! How about you stop plucking those hairs every damn morning? How about you save yourself time and money and just let the hair GROW BACK. You dipshit.
Seriously. I know I’m not stupid. But where was my brain at?? What was it doing?? How could I miss the OBVIOUS??!!!!
So, I’ve stopped plucking. It’s been a while, and I’ve had to deal with some pretty awkward growth stages. There are still gaps, and I try to fill it the best I can as the hairs timidly make their way back to the surface. I might still need a professional to fill these out when it’s all said and done (shout out to my girl at LM Brow Studio), but seriously it’s pretty crazy how much plucking I had been doing. The one side is almost completely filled in and the lucky fin side is also making a comeback.
See figure 2.
If you see me out in public and you notice my strange eyebrow pattern, that’s why. Yes, I am aware it looks really bizarre. But I’m trying to fix decades of plucking. Be kind.
Be kind while I sit over here and call myself a plucking moron.
They don’t even look that bad, just pencil in a few little strokes and they’ll be good. Hey, be thankful that you have eyebrows lol!!!!🥰
🎼🎤 let them grow, let them grow😂