Where do I begin? In the beginning of our relationship I'll admit I was naive to your presence. Of course, can you blame a five year old for not acknowledging the love and care that ones' eyebrows deserve? I like to think of those years as a time of being carefree. You did your thing and I did mine and everything was great.
Then those preteen years came along. I was neglected to be taught about the arts of trimming, tweezing, plucking, waxing and threading in order to keep you from crossing the line. And since I didn't know any better, you did cross that line. You grew wild and free while I failed to keep you under control.
Those years truly put damage in our relationship. I loathed you and you loathed me for not paying attention to you the way I should have. Just think of Mia Thermopolis in The Princess Diaries pre-makeover. My middle school self rocked bushy brows to add to the already awkward preteen years. Lovely.
Then high school came along. That summer before entering a new school I swore that I had seen the last of your unruly days and purhcased my first pair of tweezers (let's take a moment to be thankful I didn't think to break out the razor). Sadly, this was a time when I became a little too ambitious and excited to be rid of you. You seemed to barely be around anymore as the trend of practically invisible brows was engraved in my mind. I am grateful that you have forgiven me for this time of desperation and unfaithfulness in our journey.
Through thick and thin (literally).
