I’m a bushy-browed girl. Growing up with my two unwieldy caterpillars-for-brows made me very self-conscious. As a result, I started plucking the living hell out of them, right from out of my head. Yes, 20 whole years ago, I started removing my thick brows in the name of “conforming” and trying to look and feel more “feminine”.
Granted, the only sources of inspo or culture we were exposed to were magazines, Hollywood celebrities, movies and television. And in that awkward transition between bright-eyed young hopeful to angsty teenager, I looked to the wrong brow-dols.
Ahh, these were the decades before the “Love Yourself” movement came to be. We’re lucky now — Instagram and social media are about those uplifting, motivating quotes that we can screenshot and save to post on those days that get us particularly down. Not to mention the fiercely accepting microcosm that is Tumblr.
Who could we turn to in the days of ICQ and MSN Messenger (LOL that #dialup life) to say, “Hey, it’s okay, you should love your brows. Embrace them. Own them!” Rather, I was teased by the boys at school (thanks, charmed) and get comments on them. Cindy Crawford-esque arches also were reserved for the model-elite. Who was I to emulate her at the time with little to no knowledge of brow upkeep — which “regular” girl could rock thick brows without feeling like some sort of grotesque Mario Brother?
After two decades of plucking, waxing and threading my eyebrows, I woke up one day and decided to stop removing hair from my face completely.
Just like that. Cold turkey.
It was because I grew tired of trying to prune these tiny hairs into submission as though they were bonsai branches willing to do my bidding. They were a part of me. Runways are now abound with boy brows, thick brows and all them textures. If the fashion world was so accepting (well, they’re the ones who started it then ended it, duh), why couldn’t I just accept my own brows? *Cue Carrie Bradshaw existentialist narration voice*
And if you are curious to see how the transition has been, it’s not as extreme as I would have thought. Here you go, Before and After:
And now, I also present to you, the savagely-honest responses from some of the people around me. Sample size: Three.
respondent 1: The Straight Male
So my man (not pictured) is a warm, loving, accepting person with a bigger heart than you can imagine. But, he’s very straightforward. He doesn’t mince words. When I stopped grooming my brows and wanted them to grow into their all-natural glory, he dropped major hints that I should go get them threaded. He even said that he’d do them himself. All of which I ignored 🙂
OUTCOME: Straight men care very little for bushy brows. But I care even less about caring about what men feel about this. Shrug emoji 🙂