I ran in to an ex-coworker’s wife at Whole Foods a few days ago. She’s the type of woman who always looks great. Given 18+ hours of labor, I’m sure she’d still have perfect make-up and hair. She’s seven months out from giving birth to her son and is back to her old size and looks fantastic. I’m completely envious.

It was great seeing her, but my mind immediately went to my own appearance. I could use some make-up, some new clothes, a haircut, a few weeks at the gym… but I’m not focusing any of that now. I’m focusing on my eyebrows. My recent plan to let them grow in a bit thicker has resulted in some overgrowth that I normally would have “shaped” out of existence. I’ve been resisting the tweezers for several weeks and it shows. I’d been going about my day without really caring. Sure, they were less than perfect, but nothing that kept me out of public. I knew that soon enough, I would have the thicker brows I was seeking and I could then reshape as needed. Suddenly, I can feel their presence. Suddenly, they’re casting a shadow on the ground. Suddenly, they’re looming larger than life. Suddenly, I can’t see beyond them.

In all reality, she probably didn’t even notice. She commented on how big C had gotten and we chatted about how her work was going, how her kids were doing, C’s upcoming birthday. She probably focused more on C than on me. It’s odd where your mind goes sometimes.

I immediately pulled out my tweezers when I got home.


1 Response to “Eyebrows”

  1. 1 Anne December 6, 2010 at 12:08 AM

    I’m a fan of big eyebrows. I think it’s super weird when people shave them off and draw them in. A lot of folks here do that. Even guys. It’s a travesty.

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