What do you do whe you want to feel pretty? Pamper yourself a little?
A manicure maybe? A new hair do? A floral dress? Or simply a touch of the boldest, reddest lipstick you own?
I’ll tell you what I do, even it might sound funny.
I get my eyebrows done.
Yes, you’ve heard right.
It has been a long hate-and-love relationship between us.
How does something we only see in the mirror cause so much trouble?
When I was in high school I had wild, bushy, thick brows – not the Cara Delevigne kind, hers are too neatly trimmed, but you get the picture right?
Thus, I received lots of unwanted attention from teenage boys, who, since they were too young to be aware of the true possibilities strong eyebrows can bear, made fun of me.
As a result, the first time I was allowed to use a tweezer (till that time I had only been able to worship my mom’s from afar, but not to touch them), I went bananas and almost plucked them off my face, causing despair to at least three beauticians as well as my mum’s hairdresser. She cuts my hair since I was 12, something that didn’t always work out so well, but she has been right about two things: never tweeze your eyebrows too thin and never NEVER color your hair. I’ve done them both and went back to her crying, but she’s too nice to say “well, I told you not to”.
After that it took them a lot of time to get back to their initial state. Apparently hair grows quickly only in places you don’t want it to grow back quickly, it has to be the equivalent of Murphy’s Law for bikini hair. I’ve been under the tweezers of multiple beauticians who thought they knew what they were doing. Well, they didn’t.
Until I found the One. She doesn’t improvise with my precious eyebrows; always gets them right, sometimes without me giving her any kind of directions. She just knows what suits my face and bone structure, so she plucks them and then gives me advice on how to maintain them (ok, to be honest the maintenance stage lasts up to more or less two months. After that I usually crawl back to her, whining, yet with eyes full of hopes and expectation.)
And when I leave her place I feel pretty. #it’s_alarming_how_charming_I_feel
I smile at strangers, stare at my reflection every time I have the chance and swirl instead of walking.
I secretly enjoy compliments about my brows more than my eyes or hair.
Eyebrows are also one of the first features I tend to notice on other people. They frame the eyes as well as the rest of the face.
They might even have their own personality! Someone told me mine are the most expressive feature on my face. “While the rest of your face remains the same, you move your eyebrows and your entire expression changes; they make you look happy, sad or pissed off!”
Now I’m done with the tribute on my eyebrows, I’d like to hear your thoughts on this subject.
Thin or thick eyebrows? Eyebrow pencil, anyone? What about tattooed brows?