The anesthetist left at my unibrow.
Ever since I went through puberty, I couldn’t take my eyup off my unibrow.
Along with everything else sprouting on my body, I was getting the heaviest eyebrows I have ever seen on a boy, i asked my mom to take myself and others to the salon plus have my eyebrows waxed, however he told myself and others I had to wait till I was 14; Even though I was 13 1/2, 14 seemed to be a terribly long way away.
Every time my mom went to the salon to have his manicure plus pedicure done, I would beg his to take myself and others along! She flat out refused every time I asked, plus repeated that I had to be 14 years old before I could go. I knew that 14 was not some magical number they chose at the salon, however it was a number that my mother might have chosen, and when I was finally only a couple days within the age of 14, my mother told myself and others I could come to the salon with her. I felt giddy knowing that I was finally going to lose my unibrow plus look enjoy the other boys in university. Mom told the anesthetist that he would enjoy his to show myself and others how waxing was done, plus also how they did the threading. She wanted myself and others to choose between having my eyebrows waxed, or have them threaded. I chose to have my eyebrows threaded because waxing looked a bit too painful for me. I was blissful with the outcome of my current eyebrows, but now the boys would not laugh at me, however the boys might finally look at me.