Don't Try this at Home, Kids!

Please welcome my second guest blogger, Mia Dickinson from Confessions of a Social Whore. Mia was also my Reader of the Week a couple of weeks ago so I hope you checked her out! Anyway, without further ado, I'll leave you with Mia's post. Enjoy!

Its 3am on Monday night/Tuesday morning. I have one of the most important meetings of my life tomorrow and I can’t sleep. Tomorrow will quite possibly decide my future not only in my current job and my career (God, I sound SOOOOOOOOOO old) but whether I stay in London. Now, my problem isn’t my meeting with the bigwigs in the morning, it’s my eyebrows.

It all started last summer, when I was living in Barcelona. This was back when I still believed that men paid no attention to the smaller things about a girl’s appearance. Yes, if you hadn’t waxed your bikini line, they might mention it but if you spent £200 on a new hair cut and colour, it would go unnoticed. This all changed when I met my ex. On numerous occasions, the man picked me up on my lack of beauty regime; I was naive enough for thinking that I could spend all weekend sleeping with my make up on and then turn up for my weekly facial on Monday and walk out looking like Kate Moss. He would constantly complain about my chipped pedicures, even though he didn’t know what the actual name for it was. Funny how he thought my chipped nails were a problem but felt doing a shit in front of me was perfectly fine.

The bane of my existence is my eyebrows, in fact, all body hair. Coming from an African Indian descent, my hair is black and for many years, apart from my legs and bikini line, I refused to wax, shave, epilate or tweeze anything else. I’ve only recently given into the pressure and epilated my arms...but going off point here.

Back to my eyebrows.

So its 2 something AM and I needed to do my eyebrows. I should really go and get them done professionally. In Hounslow for a fiver, they’ll thread them for you but it’s too much of a hassle to go over there and I won’t have time in the morning so I decided I'm going to wax them at home. I heat the wax up on the hob and when its finally cooled, I stand in front of the mirror and slowly guide the wax with the stick it came with, onto the jungle that is on my face. I smile to myself as I wait for the wax to cool.

“I WILL look beautiful” I tell myself and then as I pull the wax from my face, I stand there in shock when I realise I’ve waxed more than half of my eyebrow off. Starting to panic, I search the house for glue, hoping I can fix it back onto my face until after my meeting and then go get some kind of semi permanent make up to cover up the botched job. I try shaping the bald half with black Kohl pencil, trying to create something that looks symmetrical. I even thought about waxing the other eyebrow to look the same shape so it didn’t look abnormal.

In the end, without any other options, I went into the bathroom and cut myself a long fringe to cover my 1.5 eyebrows. When my mother saw me when she got back from her night out, she commented on how lovely I looked with my new style. If only she knew the real story behind it. Thank God I look great with a fringe.

Next time, I think I’ll get them done by a professional.