It’s safe to say I’m a pretty laid-back person. Working from home means my typical outfit consists of yoga pants (complete with a few holes) and cozy sweaters. When I decide to dress up, it usually just means swapping my yoga pants for real pants and maybe adding a touch of lipstick. My makeup routine is simple—just a dash of mascara if I’m in the mood. I’ve been fortunate with my skin, so I usually skip foundation and blush altogether.
Hair maintenance? Not a big deal for me. I can easily manage with shaving my legs and armpits every few days during the warmer months—if no one’s going to see it, I’m not bothered. My eyebrows are naturally full, which I prefer, and I’ve never had to deal with a unibrow or sideburns. That is, until about two weeks ago when I noticed something shocking: the fine hairs above my upper lip darkened significantly.
What on earth? At 38, I found myself grappling with unexpected changes. This winter, I noticed a sudden influx of gray hairs that seemed to multiply whenever I put my hair up into a bun. Suddenly, my upper lip was sporting a mustache, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the loss of pigment in my hair was somehow migrating to my facial hair. It sounds ridiculous, but so does the concept of an overnight mustache.
Back in my teenage years, I had a brief moment of panic when I thought I had a mustache. Using my mom’s magnifying mirror, I saw those fine hairs and convinced myself they were more pronounced than they actually were. In a moment of sheer foolishness, I grabbed my mother’s pink razor and attempted to shave it off. Of course, I cut myself, and the blood scared me so much that I abandoned the task immediately. I always felt that the hair I shaved came back darker, which, thankfully, kept me from further attempts. Until a couple of weeks ago, my upper lip hair was never a concern.
When I first spotted the change, I tried to ignore it. Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination, like when I was a kid. But the more I checked the mirror, the more undeniable it became. So, I decided to take action. I was determined not to let a razor near my upper lip again, and the thought of waxing terrified me. I didn’t want to risk the hair growing back even darker! Instead, I made a trip to the drugstore and bought some “crème bleach”—talk about a fancy name!
I kept this little endeavor to myself, feeling a bit embarrassed about it. I had no clue if this bleach would actually work or if it would make things worse. What if I ended up with a bright white mustache? Not exactly an improvement.
On a quiet Saturday night, while my husband was at a family gathering and my kids were tucked away in bed, I took the plunge and applied the bleach. It stung a bit more than expected, but I pressed on. When the process was over, the results were surprisingly good! The bleach lightened the hair back to its previous shade, and thankfully, my skin survived the ordeal without major irritation.
When my husband returned, I excitedly shared my story with him. He was puzzled, having never even noticed the mustache to begin with—classic case of male blindness! However, I couldn’t help but notice my upper lip skin had become slightly darker as well. Ever heard of melasma? Neither had I until now, but apparently, there’s cream for that. I guess I need to be diligent with my sunblock too.
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In summary, growing older comes with its fair share of surprises—like a mustache I never saw coming. While the journey might be unexpected, it’s also a testament to the changes we all experience as we age.
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