I have a peculiar hair that sprouts from a mole on my chin. At certain times of the year, or when I’ve neglected my grooming, it seems to multiply, creating a fuzzy community of chin hair offspring. During these moments, you’ll find me in my bathroom, lights blazing and incense burning, frantically plucking at the hairs as if they were an infestation. Without swift action, I fear I might start resembling a circus performer.
The issue with mole hairs—like all unwanted hair—is that you have to let them grow a bit before they can be effectively removed. Whether you prefer waxing or tweezing, the truth is, they need to be long enough to notice and grab. And if I can see them, so can everyone else.
I find a strange satisfaction in pulling them out, similar to the delight of popping a pimple. It’s astonishing how long these hairs can get, like a wiry black iceberg lurking beneath the surface of my skin. In contrast, the hairs that pop up on my eyebrows are a feeble breed, requiring a microscope to pluck. There’s no joy in removing these pale, sickly strands. They’re more of a nuisance than anything else, and I sometimes wish I could trade them for the robust chin hairs.
In my mid-20s, a flamboyant hair stylist named Marcus in Canberra took it upon himself to point out my eyebrow situation. “Your eyebrows stop halfway across your eyes!” he exclaimed dramatically. “Did you realize you only had half an eyebrow?” His bewilderment was evident. “You should really do something about that. Buy a pencil.”
Buy a pencil? Apparently, he wasn’t referring to a writing instrument for my notes. My eyebrow pencil became my new best friend, saving me from a potential beauty crisis.
Not long after, the chin hair made its grand entrance. Perhaps it had always been lurking, but as soon as I embraced the idea of darker, penciled eyebrows, it emerged with vigor. For the past 15 years, this chin hair has faced daily tweezing battles—and most days, it emerges victorious.
After having kids, I also discovered a few long hairs creeping up from behind my thighs. Not quite a forest, but certainly a few rebellious strands that seem to be making a slow escape down my legs. I’ve added these ‘leg pubes’ to the long list of changes that come with motherhood.
Despite my frustration, I find myself admiring my chin hair. Its determination and resilience deserve recognition. No matter how often I yank it out, it springs back—like the little chin hair that could.
Perhaps I should pen a story about this stubborn little hair. Oh wait—I think I just did!
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Summary
Embracing the quirks of chin hair and eyebrow grooming can be a humorous journey. From the frustrations of unwanted hair to the surprising admiration for their persistence, this light-hearted narrative highlights the experiences many face in self-care and beauty.