Flash forward five years, I’m following the trend of plucking my already spare brows to coax them into a narrower, more severe arch. My boyfriend at the time said, there's no need, ‘your eyebrows look good already.’ Instead of taking his advice, I became single. However, the plucking-shaving-waxing of my brows ceased for nearly 2 decades.
Last year, I noticed a couple white brow hairs and noted that my once bushy brows were probably a bit more sparse (I’m still not sure on this end). To regain a youthful over-eye garden, I went the makeup route. This began the brow powder. I started—as any makeup neophyte—with too dark powder, but quickly graduated to a more convincing sienna color. I eventually grew proud of my made-up brow fill/shape technique and have been keeping up the 3-minute activity since winter (third pic from the left, above).
My thin-wild brows in Antigua |
Then suddenly, one month ago I awoke with this thought, "My eyebrows are perfectly fine as they are. There is nothing wrong with them." And for the first time this year, I left the house without making up my brows. This gave me three additional minutes to faff about—not to mention I also omitted eye-liner-shadow-under-eye concealer—doubled that time. Six minutes of stretching before I hopped into a pretty dress and headed to see the city. Priceless.
My eyebrows are my tell...even with a neutral face, the cynicism,
empathy, or shock that I do not voice is evident just above my eyes. Perhaps sparser brows make me less easy to read
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