Dear Eyebrows,

As I look back over the years at pictures of us from when we were young, I swell up with mixed emotions. We've had a long, at times rough and painful relationship. I do have to admit, you have literally always been there for me, but not always for the best. You guys are like my babies, and I wanted to take care of you, but you wouldn't let me.

I think it's time we have a talk.

First of all, why did you have to be so bushy at the beginning? I get the whole during puberty you grow more hair, but you guys were ugly from the start. Why couldn't you have come in nice and dainty like others girls? No, you have to come in looking like two caterpillars permanently stapled to half of my face. I couldn't even hide your ugliness! How could you do that to me?

You know, that's the reason I had to start waxing you guys, because you were that ugly. Ugh, the first time hurt so badly, but it was a necessary evil. Finally, you were managed and clean, and I got half my face back. Of course, you guys grew back in but at least I had an alternative to whatever you guys were before. You were at least contained.

(P.S. who thought pouring hot wax on one's body and using it to rip off hair was a good idea?)

Waxing was good for us for a while, but never ever forget the brow incident of 2012. RIP one half of Leftie, you were good while you lasted. This forever ruined my trust with waxing and ultimately you guys. I was so worried about you, Leftie. Were you going to grow back in soon? How were we going to fix this? It was a long, stressful and mildly painful summer, but we pulled through. I think this made me appreciate you both so much more, and the power of a great pair of tweezers.

This incident showed me the wonders of shaping one's brow for their face. I opted for the nice curved brow, like the Queen B, Beyonce, to compliment my round face. I was still growing you guys in, but of course you have to go and make life difficult again and forced me to tweeze you once a week. Well, I may have gotten a bit overzealous plucking, but we worked it out. By 2014, we were in decent shape again, and I had one bomb shape going; something we can both be proud of.

However, yet again, I was forced to reconsider our relationship status when the gorgeous Lily Collins brought back thick, natural-looking eyebrows. All of a sudden, I felt our relationship regressing, like my middle school caterpillar eyebrows would have been a better choice. Questioning every part of our long 19 years together, I decided to let you go and do your own thang. I trusted you.

Now the true feelings come out.

I trusted you to come in nice and thick and beautiful, just like before, and what to you do! You come in all mangy and gross. I had no choice, and you know that, but to whip(wax) you back into shape. You broke the sacred bond between girl and eyebrow. How. Could. You.

After this, I must admit, we were a little shaky, but I think we really reconnected and talked it out. I felt you guys trying to work with me for the betterment of our beauty. You guys slowed your role so I didn't have to pluck you as often, you guys finally got the shape I wanted, and I finally learned how to fill you guys in properly so you look even. It was a team effort, but we did it!

I can now proudly say, as of summer 2016, I love you guys. You guys really make me happy. After everything, I think we are finally on the right page. I know you will literally always be there for me, and I appreciate that. I think if we can continue on this path, it will be good for both of us.

So, here's to you guys.