When I was in second grade I stood in the entryway of my house and shaved my eyebrows off with a pink Bic razor. I can literally remember the entire process of carefully thinning and shaping my brows, just like my mom and sister (for some reason I thought that’s what razors were for, nbd) and eventually getting to a point of no return…my brows just got thinner and further apart and eventually I just shaved them off entirely and then put on a hat.
Props to my mom who somehow managed to not obnoxiously laugh in my face when she saw what I’d done, and also to my second grade teacher who let me wear a hat for the next two weeks.
And that, my friends, is where my story with eyebrows begins. Over the past 31 years they’ve been shaved off, over-plucked, cursed at, tinted, subjected to $8 wax jobs and then, thank god, totally rehabed. They’ve come a long way, and I love where my brows are at now thanks to my eyebrow coach, Buttercup Beauty, who has spent the past 6 months swatting my hands away from the tweezer and lovingly whipping my brows back into shape. The first time she tinted, shaped and filled my brows nearly brought me to tears. I really had no idea the magic that a true brow technician can work (this is the part where I tell you that if you’re still paying your hair stylist $8 to wax your brows you need to upgrade that routine stat).