The Price of Beauty

I confess.. the only thing I've ever done to groom my eyebrows was to have them shaved.

I know, I know. It’s wrong and it’s not good, but I’ve always had low tolerance for pain and shaving seemed like the only option then. As I grew older though (Okay fine, this happened last week), I realized that I need to grow some balls and treat my eyebrows with some respect.

I’m happy to report that my eyebrows are no longer virgins. They’ve experienced pain now, and survived! They’ve been plucked and groomed to perfection thanks to my friend Suzanne. Now shaving is a thing of the past!

It happened last Friday night, in my brightly lit bathroom. I tried to immerse myself in conversation with Suz to distract me from the pain. She even complimented me on my “nice eyebrows” (another trick to distract from the pain!) It worked. Well, sorta. I still winced and let out a couple of yelps from time to time, but hey, if this is the price of beauty, then so be it.

Now I feel like a transformed woman. I know look like a decent, civilized human being! I don’t look like a monkey anymore, said my mum and dad. (No offense to the monkeys. You guys are beautiful creatures in your own way!)

Note to self: Must stop staring at my eyebrows in the mirror!