Embarassing moments from my childhood I
As a child I might not have done a lot of stupid things compared to my born-to-run brother, but I've never been able to live down the few half-witted incidents I managed to come up with.
When I was 9 I shaved my eyebrows. Only half of them, technically...but still. Very traumatic.
See, at the time I had just learned about shaving my legs, which was the talk of the town for all my friends-- Who was allowed to, who tried it, how you do it-- all of that nonsense. So it was only natural for me to extend this idea of "womanhood" to my eyebrows, which my mom always talked about for reasons unknown to me at the time. "You have such nice eyebrows." she would tell me, "only a little shaping..." So one day I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went into my mom's bathroom and grabbed a razor and went at it later when I took a shower, very carefully, of course.
The whole time I thought I was doing myself a great service, aacomplishing some miraculous feat of feminine beauty. Oh, how surprised and proud mom would be of my maturity and my gorgeous eyebrows.
Wrong.
My brief moment of triumph faded once i saw her face. It completely dropped--and I knew I just made a huge mistake.
Turns out my "shaping" was more like a complete hacking....
Of course I was too embarassed to ask my mom about all of this before taking a sharp object to my face. No no, I wanted to do things on my own. What a simple solution that would have been. Imagine the horror I could have avoided if only tweezing wasn't such a foreign concept to me, if my friends would have been more informative, if only I would have used a mirror! Maybe then I wouldnt have had to walk around with make-up eyebrows for a week...at my grandmother's house of all places.
My eyebrows are fine now, thankfully. A lot darker...and probably slightly more deformed, but what can you do. I only wish I could remember all of the ridiculous stories I told my friends once they started growing in. I think I was somewhat of a pathological liar when it came to my injury stories. But they were great and exciting lies, I know that much. And I sold them well.
I might not have that many embarassing moments, but this one still remains at the top of the list for my family. Lovely.
When I was 9 I shaved my eyebrows. Only half of them, technically...but still. Very traumatic.
See, at the time I had just learned about shaving my legs, which was the talk of the town for all my friends-- Who was allowed to, who tried it, how you do it-- all of that nonsense. So it was only natural for me to extend this idea of "womanhood" to my eyebrows, which my mom always talked about for reasons unknown to me at the time. "You have such nice eyebrows." she would tell me, "only a little shaping..." So one day I decided to take matters into my own hands. I went into my mom's bathroom and grabbed a razor and went at it later when I took a shower, very carefully, of course.
The whole time I thought I was doing myself a great service, aacomplishing some miraculous feat of feminine beauty. Oh, how surprised and proud mom would be of my maturity and my gorgeous eyebrows.
Wrong.
My brief moment of triumph faded once i saw her face. It completely dropped--and I knew I just made a huge mistake.
Turns out my "shaping" was more like a complete hacking....
Of course I was too embarassed to ask my mom about all of this before taking a sharp object to my face. No no, I wanted to do things on my own. What a simple solution that would have been. Imagine the horror I could have avoided if only tweezing wasn't such a foreign concept to me, if my friends would have been more informative, if only I would have used a mirror! Maybe then I wouldnt have had to walk around with make-up eyebrows for a week...at my grandmother's house of all places.
My eyebrows are fine now, thankfully. A lot darker...and probably slightly more deformed, but what can you do. I only wish I could remember all of the ridiculous stories I told my friends once they started growing in. I think I was somewhat of a pathological liar when it came to my injury stories. But they were great and exciting lies, I know that much. And I sold them well.
I might not have that many embarassing moments, but this one still remains at the top of the list for my family. Lovely.
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