Sounds funny, but it’s true. When you remove the fuzz out of your line of vision and replace it with tidiness you will be able to see more clearly what is actually going on and what you want from life.
I never touched my eyebrows before age 25. I had one fat (not to be mistaken with phat) caterpillar lying across my forehead. I was a naturally pretty girl not reaching my highest potential; I was content, going along, accepting mediocrity – I was just good enough.
Then I shaped my brows. I was finally talked into it. I succumbed to the encouragements of my peers, family and friends. All my life I was pushed to shape my eyebrows. “You would look so much better,” I was told. My eyes would pop! Knowing that soon I would not be able to just rely on youthful beauty, I finally did it. I needed to do something. I had always been so stuck in the mind set that this was the way God made me and I shouldn’t change it. Though don’t we strive to be smarter, kinder, have optimal health, be more generous? Why not be more beautiful? Both inside and out? Isn’t it true when you look good, you feel good? Taking care of yourself in turn makes you more capable of taking care of others; not wrapped up in your own muck and self-deprivation.
A simple shaping was all I needed, so I headed out. First I was given two eyebrows instead of one long fat one. Then a cleaning – an ever so slight arch underneath. Lastly, a division was made between my eyebrow and my hairline.
I was terrified to see the end result as it felt as if all my hair was torturously being pulled out along with bits of skin. Not to mention the cherry on top – ruthless plucking for the final touches. “How much hair was up there?” I thought to myself. I was sure that when handed the mirror the person looking back at me was going to have four hairs on each side across the brow line surrounded by flecks of blood dripping into her lashes and shredded skin.
Alas, this is not what I saw. I saw a bright, piercing green-eyed, awake-looking young adult. Someone that had a purpose and knew it. I needed to make the world a more beautiful place both inside and out.
For weeks I couldn’t stop looking at myself. Any chance I got I would peek at myself. I felt rejuvenated and alive! I felt good about myself, which in turn made me kinder. I knew life was going to be different; brighter, more detailed, organized. Why, the fuzz had been removed from my line of vision. I had to get my message out: Change your brows, change your life.