Every woman has her own picture perfect idea of what beauty is. Strangely enough, I tend to see beauty in eyebrows. It’s the first thing I notice about a person. And sometimes, to my dismay, I find myself staring at a person’s eyebrows while conversing with them. Honestly, it is a difficult task for me to focus on looking someone in the eye. Especially when it is more amusing to watch the animation play in someone’s eyebrows. For anyone out there who’s never given that part of the human face much attention prior, it’s much like a theatrical production…
Anyways, continuing on topic…
For me, nice eyebrows are beautiful. They are the picture frames for the windows into the soul. So you see, they play quite an important role in "beauty". (For me anyways…)
When I was in the ninth grade, it was predestined for me to have a meeting with fate. Somewhere, somehow, I saw a picture of a female celebrity with a set of parenthesis for "eyebrows". Her "eyebrows" had been plucked, waxed, tweezed, whatever-ed down to two pencil-thin lines on her forehead.
Now I, as an extremely awkward and impressionable freshman in high school, fell for this terrible fashion faux-pax that, by the way, was a highly popular trend in 2004, almost five years ago.
Armed with my mom’s stainless steel tweezers, I marched right up to the bathroom mirror with the burning desire and intent to rid myself of the caterpillars above my eyes. This would be the biggest mistake of my life.
If given the chance to take back one thing I’ve done in this life, it wouldn’t be to have stopped the chair that fell on my sister which broke her arm when she was two (Sorry Kim), it wouldn’t be to have rethought my decision to run away from home by way of stealing my stepfather’s car when I was fifteen, it wouldn’t be to have passed the tenth grade by way of actually attending class instead of skipping nearly the entire year to do stupid teenage-like things… Nope. Amanda Kate West would go back to that awful, fateful day when she tweezed away nearly every hair on her forehead… Which were never to be seen again.
You see, to this day, my eyebrows still refuse to grow. Too-far apart, too-short, and too-thin, they are shaped completely wrong for my face. (The story of my life.)
Once I heard a theory that if you put cow manure on your skin where you want hair to grow, that it will. Fortunately, (or unfortunately) I have yet to reach that point of desperation.
Anyways, continuing on topic…
For me, nice eyebrows are beautiful. They are the picture frames for the windows into the soul. So you see, they play quite an important role in "beauty". (For me anyways…)
When I was in the ninth grade, it was predestined for me to have a meeting with fate. Somewhere, somehow, I saw a picture of a female celebrity with a set of parenthesis for "eyebrows". Her "eyebrows" had been plucked, waxed, tweezed, whatever-ed down to two pencil-thin lines on her forehead.
Now I, as an extremely awkward and impressionable freshman in high school, fell for this terrible fashion faux-pax that, by the way, was a highly popular trend in 2004, almost five years ago.
Armed with my mom’s stainless steel tweezers, I marched right up to the bathroom mirror with the burning desire and intent to rid myself of the caterpillars above my eyes. This would be the biggest mistake of my life.
If given the chance to take back one thing I’ve done in this life, it wouldn’t be to have stopped the chair that fell on my sister which broke her arm when she was two (Sorry Kim), it wouldn’t be to have rethought my decision to run away from home by way of stealing my stepfather’s car when I was fifteen, it wouldn’t be to have passed the tenth grade by way of actually attending class instead of skipping nearly the entire year to do stupid teenage-like things… Nope. Amanda Kate West would go back to that awful, fateful day when she tweezed away nearly every hair on her forehead… Which were never to be seen again.
You see, to this day, my eyebrows still refuse to grow. Too-far apart, too-short, and too-thin, they are shaped completely wrong for my face. (The story of my life.)
Once I heard a theory that if you put cow manure on your skin where you want hair to grow, that it will. Fortunately, (or unfortunately) I have yet to reach that point of desperation.
4 Back Talkers:
There definitely is something about eyebrows. I had a friend that had drool-worthy eyebrows - perfect shape, dark, looked amazing on her.
I, sadly, have too light eyebrows, at least I think so. I will forever have to pencil mine in =-) Lucky for me, my bangs hide them right now!
I knew I wasn't alone;I'm eyebrow obsessed! Not only with my own, but with other peoples brows as well. I honestly feel like I look bad if they aren't just right because they really do make a difference in how your face looks. At least I think so :/
I also had the pencil thin, clown eyebrows in '96. LOL
I think eyebrows are something that most women look at on each other... I have no idea why, but I'm so with you on this theory. I was REALLY picky about how I got mine done when I was a bit younger... and now I'm constantly staring at people's eyebrows too! Glad I'm not the only one haha.
&& Great blog, by the way, discovered you off 20sb! :)
Haha. I'm glad to find I'm not alone in my obsession with eyebrows.
Living in a Dream: Very cool. I've discovered awesome blogs off of 20SB. I'm off to check yours out!
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