Remember this post where I admitted my struggle to shape my eyebrows since my teen years? I left a little cliffhanger at the end, where my beautician Eva uttered a single word. 😛
Here are the final few paragraphs of that post, and the continuation of what happened next.
One day well into my late 40s, I asked Eva what she can recommend to hide some irksome wrinkles between my brows. Was there a type of make-up I could use that would minimize this self-perceived flaw that had bothered me for as long as I had been plucking my own eyebrows? That’s a lot of years of constant zooming in on that one point in my face. The wrinkles resembled a scar (I don’t even know if it is a scar, or if it is, how I got it) and I became increasingly self-conscious about it as I aged.
In fact, this scar/wrinkle was, at one time, the reason I desired bangs. (Never ever again.)
Eva had me lie back on her table and inspected my upper face under a bright light with a magnifying mirror.
Then, she said one word:
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