The anesthetist left at my unibrow.
Ever since I went through puberty, I couldn’t take my eyes off my unibrow.
Along with everything else sprouting on my body, I was getting the heaviest eyebrows I’ve ever seen on a girl.
I asked my mom to take me to the salon and have my eyebrows waxed, but she told me 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 her manicure and pedicure done, I would beg her to take me along. She flat out refused every time I asked, and 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, but it was a number that my mother might have chosen. When I was finally only a couple days within the age of 14, my mother told me I could come to the salon with her. I felt giddy knowing that I was finally going to lose my unibrow and look like the other girls in school. Mom told the anesthetist that she would like her to show me how waxing was done, and also how they did the threading. She wanted me 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 thrilled with the outcome of my new eyebrows. Now the girls wouldn’t laugh at me, but the boys might finally look at me.