Velo
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Recently, in October, I decided it was time I dropped my "bad habit" (obsession, coping mechanism, addiction, I donno - call it what you want) of over-plucking my eyebrows.
I've had this "problem" for a long time now. Growing up in the 90's, it was already pretty fashionable to rip every piece of hair possible off your eyebrows if you were female. So that was definitely a factor (oh beauty ideals, how I loathe thee).
Another factor was my mom, who liked to convince me that having even one or two stray eyebrow hairs infringing upon my face would lead people to believe I had a uni-brow, and the boys would never like me.
So eyebrow plucking became a part of my every day (or every other day) life, and eventually evolved into this weird obsession/coping mechanism.
If I was cranky and needed a break - off to a mirror to rip some eyebrow hairs out; if I felt ugly - it was because of too much eyebrow; messed up at school and got a bad grade? Good bye eyebrow hairs.
I'm sure this was some sort of combination of control and pain (although I will say I truly did become completely immune to the sting of yanking a hair out) that made me feel the need to do it so often.
Media and mother whispering in my ear that it must be done if I wanted to be a pretty lady didn't help either.
This was years of my life that I whittled away my brows. I'm 23 now, and I started all of this around 13 or 14.
One day, I was looking at some pictures of myself and was just SHOCKED to see how little was left - I looked like I didn't even have eyebrows.
I had escaped the clutches of my controlling mother and no longer had someone around to tell me that my eyebrows (or hair or weight or teeth or skin or etc) weren't looking "good" constantly.
I was surprised that no one mentioned my eyebrows shrinking away... But perhaps that comes with being around people who *actually* believe you are beautiful.
Anyway, I decided this was an issue and I no longer wanted to continue down the road of obsessively ripping hair out of my face. I didn't like the way it looked, and I didn't like spending so much time tweezing (seriously, couldn't I find a better way to spend 5-10 minutes a day?)
So I quit!
I originally vowed to put down the tweezers for 6 weeks, but I ended up going a lot longer than that. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it, I was terrified that my eyebrows wouldn't even grow back. But either way, I was sick of it - sick of feeling like I had to remove something so trivial as eyebrow hairs because somebody told me that's what was right.
You may ask yourself, "Why in the world are you telling me this, Velo!??"
Well, that's because I picked up the tweezers for the first time since October yesterday. Oh, and I managed to only pluck off a few hairs.
I just wanted to share, because well, I don't really have anywhere else to do so.
I'm also curious to see if anyone else has had a problem like this, or maybe they do now.
What are your "bad habits"? Do you have something weird you turn to when you're feeling cruddy? (another one of mine is washing dishes when I'm mad - but that one isn't destructive hehe)
I guess it might seem trivial, but I'm happy to have finally "liberated" my brows. I feel more... expressive haha!
The day I decided to grow 'em back:
And now!
I've had this "problem" for a long time now. Growing up in the 90's, it was already pretty fashionable to rip every piece of hair possible off your eyebrows if you were female. So that was definitely a factor (oh beauty ideals, how I loathe thee).
Another factor was my mom, who liked to convince me that having even one or two stray eyebrow hairs infringing upon my face would lead people to believe I had a uni-brow, and the boys would never like me.
So eyebrow plucking became a part of my every day (or every other day) life, and eventually evolved into this weird obsession/coping mechanism.
If I was cranky and needed a break - off to a mirror to rip some eyebrow hairs out; if I felt ugly - it was because of too much eyebrow; messed up at school and got a bad grade? Good bye eyebrow hairs.
I'm sure this was some sort of combination of control and pain (although I will say I truly did become completely immune to the sting of yanking a hair out) that made me feel the need to do it so often.
Media and mother whispering in my ear that it must be done if I wanted to be a pretty lady didn't help either.
This was years of my life that I whittled away my brows. I'm 23 now, and I started all of this around 13 or 14.
One day, I was looking at some pictures of myself and was just SHOCKED to see how little was left - I looked like I didn't even have eyebrows.
I had escaped the clutches of my controlling mother and no longer had someone around to tell me that my eyebrows (or hair or weight or teeth or skin or etc) weren't looking "good" constantly.
I was surprised that no one mentioned my eyebrows shrinking away... But perhaps that comes with being around people who *actually* believe you are beautiful.
Anyway, I decided this was an issue and I no longer wanted to continue down the road of obsessively ripping hair out of my face. I didn't like the way it looked, and I didn't like spending so much time tweezing (seriously, couldn't I find a better way to spend 5-10 minutes a day?)
So I quit!
I originally vowed to put down the tweezers for 6 weeks, but I ended up going a lot longer than that. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it, I was terrified that my eyebrows wouldn't even grow back. But either way, I was sick of it - sick of feeling like I had to remove something so trivial as eyebrow hairs because somebody told me that's what was right.
You may ask yourself, "Why in the world are you telling me this, Velo!??"
Well, that's because I picked up the tweezers for the first time since October yesterday. Oh, and I managed to only pluck off a few hairs.
I just wanted to share, because well, I don't really have anywhere else to do so.
I'm also curious to see if anyone else has had a problem like this, or maybe they do now.
What are your "bad habits"? Do you have something weird you turn to when you're feeling cruddy? (another one of mine is washing dishes when I'm mad - but that one isn't destructive hehe)
I guess it might seem trivial, but I'm happy to have finally "liberated" my brows. I feel more... expressive haha!
The day I decided to grow 'em back:
And now!