There have been these moments when I wonder what will happen if I don't visit the salon for a while, apart from the fact that my body and facial hair will regain it's natural length and form. Flinching at that thought, are you? Haha. See how, even when we try to b different, by which I mean the extremist attitude that we have against society norms since we're young and creative, we're not any different from deep within. Beauty, although we believe we see it differently, is still the stereotypical well shaped eyebrows, pink lips and straight noses. What's in these straight noses and pink lips?
Women, all of us - even me, we spend countless hours, huge sums of money and above all that emotion over how we look to other people. The weight loss obsession is another thing all together. Here, I am talking about hair! Every two days I look at my chin in the mirror. When there's no mirror around I keep running my finger over my face unfailingly questioning myself whether I am ready for the pain yet.
Now that all of you are my friends and I can share my secrets I'd like to tell you this - I have one arched and one straight eyebrow. Yes. And yes, I do go to college like that. Yea, I'm not afraid. What I am afraid of is that it has been years since I began shaping my brows and now letting them grow back completely to fix the shape is going to be humiliating. How will I face the public? And it doesn't end there, I could let it grow only I don't remember how bad it was or how bad will it be now. Like nature would want to get back at me so it'll make my natural brows ten times worse than it was if I let it grow. This is not a phony fear that is associated with finicky girls, this is the real shit! We're all so afraid.
I was once at a parlor, at the time I used to visit the salon every month religiously, where I happened to encounter another girl of my age who looked pretty clean on her face (hair-wise)and I smiled at her. The person who was attending me resumed her work on my face and I could no longer see the girl since my eyes were shut tight out of fear of pain, also I was facing the other side (but the fear of pain was a greater occlusion). I heard her neat little voice saying 'Threading, eyebrows and upper lip' and I yelled at the top of my lungs, 'WHAT?!', in my head. There were three things running in my head Is she out of her mind? Am I too hairy to come to the salon? What will people think of me!? And from that day on this is what I think whenever I step into any salon.
You could try to make this an argument and try to win it too with many facts and stories but instead just think about why beauty needs to be stereotypical?
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