So this afternoon I attempted to wax my eyebrows...
On second thought, I don't want to talk about it anymore.
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2 comments:
You're braver than I am. I have long feared the self wax. Two things would happen. One is I might chicken out and refuse to tear it off because I would know how much it was going to hurt. Two, I would tear it off taking an entire eyelid along with it, turning myself into a circus freak who couldn't close her eyes. Children would cry and ask their moms what happened to that scary lady and their mothers would whisper back "Sweetie, she tried to wax her own eyebrows."
I did an... okay job. The right eyebrow got A LOT more removed than the left one so I had to go back and keep tearing more and more out of the left one to even them up so I wouldn't look like a(s much of a) freak.
It was a charming experience.
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