Dear eyebrows,
You’re bushy, yes. And you curl a little. And I complain about you, and I try to hide you with my bangs. But you’re MY eyebrows, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Today a hair dresser waxed you and tried to take away everything that makes you, you. She thought I’d be better served with thin little things that don’t even have any shape. You’re my eyebrows, and you help define who I am.
Much love, even through all the hassle,
the girl that wears you
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