So, judging from the title of this post, you may be led to believe I refer to the labor of pushing out a fetus which I recently participated in. False. Please, that was nothing. No, I refer to THIS:
Sean has long been a fan of the "bushy eyebrow" look, and as we ALL know and do NOT need to be reminded (FINE), I am the founder & president of the Bushy Eyebrows Club. Anyway, since he's always pressuring me to look like a supermodel, he's shown pictures to me lately of models with bushy eyebrows and how cool they look. They do look kind of cool, i agree. So in his way, he requested I grow mine out (or "in"?) and I consented since I've been in confinement these several weeks. And because I am the kindest person in the freakin' galaxy.
WHAT HAVE I DONE. It is awful! I look in the mirror and a neanderthal smiles back, but I do not return the smile. (what?) Ughhh I feel so sloppy and unkempt and normally this wouldn't bother me so much but given recent events, I'm just a big slobby slob across the board and the gorilla eyebrows don't help. It's a long arduous process and I come this close to going plucking crazy (<--HA) every day but I've come so far, so I refrain. For now. I need some support. When this is over I'll go to a salon and, after offering some soothing words when she bursts into frightful tears, ask if they can clean me up to be presentable to society.
Hopefully they'll look something like this:
and not this, which is how they look in my mind's eye: (right? only in my mind?)
Anyway, that's all. I just wanted to tell you about one of the hardest things i have EVER HAD TO DO.
p.s. do you like my new eyeshadow? It's called "Purple Jaundice." And, yay for you to see all my pores up close. I have no shame... anymore.