I’m going to be candid about a topic that woman unofficially keep to themselves. This is the year of my third grey eyebrow hair. It’s stark white and aloof. The situation has escalated. I’ve decided to add another step by hand painting individual hairs.
How many steps will there be? I’m turning the corner to age 39. Already the amount of time and money seems excessive. It simultaneously does not feel like enough. Five years ago I killed all of my little legs spider veins. This involved lots of needles and flushing high concentrations of saline into the veins and doing it one by one. I hate needles and salt yet loved it. I was free to wear shorts!
My hair started turning white in my mid twenties. I now color it every four weeks. I cannot accept a white line across my head. I own a giant magnified and well-lit mirror. Twice a week a full examination is done. I can’t have anyone see that my brows do not grow into a lovely swoosh. Given free reign they might just grow into my forehead and reunite as one brow. I dedicate a good hour to staring at my pores and making sure nothing else is growing or colonizing new portions of my face. Then I apply products to bleach out my skin.
Two years ago I tried Botox. Unless civilization collapses I can no longer picture kicking this step out of my life. I was told, “you look great…rested”. No one could tell. Some that I told are now having their own love affair with it now.
We are at the point where just staying the same becomes a goal. How far does that go? Do you look in the mirror one day and say “Enough” realizing it’s time to be graceful. Do you wake up one day and realize you look like Joan Rivers or Bruce Jenner?
Vanity gets addicting. On paper it looks silly. In reality women in our age group are at a tipping point. It’s harsh but true. How we do or do not handle it will vary and be judged. Just know that there are more of us inwardly feeling this strain.
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