Here is a pictorial representation of my eyebrow re-growth. Now, cover up the brows – doesn’t that face look happy? Yes she does. Uncover the brows and she looks rather devious, once again.
It is 100% good news that my brows are growing back (and my lashes). They’ve already added more expression to my face, even if it’s the look of anger. And sooner or later they’ll fill out entirely. Until then, I’ll take these slanted brows – thanks very much.
I’m developing the opinion that thick eyebrows are fantastic. They give definition, they accent . . . they’re beautiful.
Many years ago at camp (I think I was about 14) girls were observing each other’s eyebrows. This one girl whose sister was a model was showing us how to pluck. Start at the bottom, not the top and create a smooth line.
Bollocks. I love my bushy eyebrows. Okay, maybe there is the occasional creeping hair that ought to be removed – and I say ‘ought’ because I never get around to plucking it away. But strong brows make for strong looking women. Of course, back at fourteen I didn’t have the same opinion and instead stared in the mirror and wondered whether I was stripping away enough, but I wondered similar things about my makeup, my pimples and my entire appearance. “Why don’t boys like me?” etc. If you were to see a picture of 14 to 16 year old Catherine, you’d see a girl in oversized sweatshirts, her father’s jeans, and totting a whole lotta awkward.
In the past couple weeks my brows have started fading. First they became more polite; now they’re straight out meek. So finally I see what Catherine of the plucked brows would look like, which brings me to this posting and my love of the full-on brow.
Wear them thick, wear them proud. Eyebrows: good for the face, great for expression.
I have some brow powder in the bathroom awaiting the day when all the hair falls out and I need to revert to makeup. Or maybe I’ll switch my glasses for some really high, thick frames.
And that is my bit about eyebrows. This is well and truly a girl’s blog.