As I got ready to leave the house the other day, I did a quick check in the mirror.
“Geez, when is the last time I plucked my eyebrows?”
They’re horrendous. There is barely even evidence that two exist.
I started thinking about how often this happens. I realized how many correlations there are between my eyebrows and my life. These aren’t exactly highlights of my existence, but it’s the truth none the less.
- I neglect my eyebrows until they are so horrible, that I need to spend thirty minutes to pluck and fix them up, only to repeat the cycle all over again later; no matter how many times I promise myself that I won’t wait so long next time. I take care of everything in my life timely and appropriately, but myself. I neglect myself like I neglect my eyebrows, putting us both off and taking care of others until it’s so obvious that I need some personal attention that I become my own hassle to fix. It’s painful. For both of us.
- My eyebrows are naturally pretty wild. Wild doesn’t fit well in most of the environments I find myself in, so my eyebrows and I fix ourselves up to fit in. We trim up; conform to get ourselves in shape. Who said a unibrow isn’t sexy anyway? I bet French women could pull it off. Who said two was fashionable? I kid, of course.
- Thick. No matter how thin I’ve ever been, no matter how much I wished for my Mom’s eyebrows instead of my Dad’s, my eyebrows and I are thick. My Mom told me that she plucked her eyebrows when she was twelve and they stayed that way, she never had to touch them again. I might as well have caterpillars above my eyes. And even at 120 pounds, I was dense, just never quite light as a feather.
- Dark. I’m pretty positive, and I produce optimistic outlooks for almost every situation typically, but I also think there’s a dark side. My eyebrows and I are dark. Sure we lighten up when it’s bright and sunny, but we know that deep down, we’re a little different and sometimes I think things I shouldn’t. Nothing illegal, but definitely embarrassing.
- Long. I see girls with cute little eyebrows, made up of short little feathery hairs. We’ve already determined that my eyebrows and I are thick, but we are also long. Long limbs, long eyebrow hairs. Part of what makes keeping the brows and I in shape, is dealing with the awkward combination of our qualities. Sure, trim a little here, trim a little there, and then pluck. Sounds simple. Not so. Every time I pick a hair to go, I have to think, “If this hair goes, will a little bald spot be left behind?” Being long limbed and having these long eyebrow hairs is awkward. Nothing quite fits and the slightest wrong movement and I look like a goofy and ungroomed idiot.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure the brows have good qualities, as I know I do but every now and then, who doesn’t need a critical evaluation? If I can figure out a way to maintain consistent care, instead of “all or nothing”, we’d be a happy pair. Yes, that’s a joke, a pair of eyebrows instead of one. Did I tell you my eyebrows also can’t tell jokes? Funny, neither can I.
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