Queen of the Tweezer

I hate to say where I found a stray black hair this morning.  It was on my neck.  I get them from time to time and it just grosses me out.  I know it's a whole hormonal thing but damn.  I've had this weird hair thing since I was a kid.  I swear I'm a ninja warrior when it comes to plucking the stray hair or stray hairs when I come across one.  

I've been told I have such great eyebrows.  Well I was eyebrow shamed as a kid.  Yeah, a family member and a few bullies helped with that.  I had the thick black eyebrows that could grow together if they tried so I went for my first eyebrow wax at 14 and tried my hardest to keep up with plucking but that was the impossible dream.  Eventually I'd make an appointment once a month in my 20s to start getting them waxed and tweezed.  People wonder why I have a good pain tolerance?  That's why.  Sigh.  I plucked my eyebrows so badly for my sophomore picture that they look like pencils.  Not a great look.  

I know with age that other hair comes in and wants to hang.  Not on my watch mother f-ers.  I have about 3 or 4 dermaplaning tools to help with that.  I have stubborn hair so I got to pull out my old friend the tweezers to attack. My mom will walk by the bathroom and wonder why is she pulling hair off of her chin?  Look at your family history, mom.  She was the exception but I was not.  Life would be less expensive if I didn't have that damn problem.  Oh well.  On the plus side, if anyone needs help with getting rid of a hair that's bothering them, I am a wonder when it comes to a tweezer.

I got bullied in school for having thick eyebrows. I got told I look like the eagle from the Muppets.  When people say they've been bullied, I can say hold my beer. I can top it.  Well, I'm sure someone else could say the same.  I had a kid that kept calling me eagle eyebrows in grade school and told me I was great on the Muppets the night before.  

It's weird.  I was Facebook friends with this kid for awhile and I unfriended him.  I don't know why.  He's probably not a bad person and we were friendlier in high school when he moved onto a new target.  I think sticks and stones may break your bones but names can give you a bad self image.  I guess.  I feel a little bad that I did that.  He was only one of thousands who took pot shots at me so why did I take offense with him?

It's not the person.  It's the memories that they brought.  Maybe they are a more thoughtful person who has taught their children to be nicer to people and to be a better human being.  I do believe people can change.  I also think that what happens as a kid may stick later in life too and it's my hope that this person has taught their kids to be better than what they were as a kid.  

How did I get on this rant?  I don't know.  All because I found a black hair on my neck.  Ugh.  

I hope the good humans have a good day and don't find any strange hairs in strange places.  

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