In retrospect, it probably wasn’t a good idea to get my eyebrows waxed.
A day that started out with me accidentally throwing my bus token in the overstuffed, desperately in need of emptying, full of mushy wet stuff trashcan in the kitchen just got worse as a grey day, being frustrated by a technical problem which I know is well within my skill set, and my brain chemistry combined for an epic session of self-doubt. Violett, the “esthetician” (I’m not making that up), that I have been seeing at the day spa for my vanity treatments (hey, 45 seconds of not-quite-screaming pain is worth a month of not having to go near my underarms with a razor, and before you ask, Jim, yes, it works) is a flatterer and on this particular day I was especially susceptible when she said “but you have such pretty eyes and right now your eyebrows aren’t presenting them so nicely,” or words to that effect.
So, while I don’t have porn star eyebrows (you know the ones I mean…arched perfectly, about a quarter of an inch tall, you look at them and think “why not just use pencil and be done with it?”) and while I don’t look like Gloria Swanson as Norma Desmond, I don’t quite look like me to myself either.
They’ll grow back…I hope.
I’m still being a chicken about it, despite still having to put the razor to my face every other day.
Your ‘brows look good.
If there’s a place by you that uses the threading technique rather than wax,it’d be a lot less painful. I’ve found that unless you explictly tell these people that the anorexic arches are not your thing, you’ll get them anyway, since that’s what most people want. I’ve long ago stop trusting my brows to anyone. I do them myself.