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oh nooo
i just fuckin tweaked out on my head, resulting in probably one of the wierdest hurr cuts ive ever given myself in my 13 yr career of cutting my own hair, and as if that wasnt enough to detour myself from EVER being near a mirror again, nor picking up a pair of scissors or a razor, i continued to "sculpt" .ahem. my eyebrows.ahem.
MY EYEBROWS
you see, i was born with thickthick mexican-ESQUE eyebrows,
in fact i had more eyebrows then hair on my head untill i was close to 3 or 4 years old.
these caterpillars did not effect me much untill i prematuraley entered puberty when i was 10.whence i gained a tremendous amount of weight and started hating myself.
i still didnt think much of it, untill classmates found themselves being V.helpful by pointing out all of my flaws daily.
yet being a kid knowing nothing about self grooming i didnt really do anything, and they slowly began growing together.
around this time i secretly started shaving the UNIT, so i had two (thick,unsculpted) eyebrows at least.
a few years later , a couple years into my drinking career, one of my crazypsycholittlegirlfriendswhohadnobussinessdrinkingNORDIDI, thought it was funny when she got drunk to point my forehead out to anyone and talk about it loudly and constantly.
soon after this time, cracked out on drugs, i thought it a good idea to just SHAVE the motherfuckers off, and draw them on, i was like "YESSS,WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THAT SOONER!!"
so i shaved them off. this turned out to be one of my worst ideas everrrr.
not only did i ALREADY have the hardest time on earth actually leaving the house on time EVER, "hello, my name is OCD, and im here to make your life as difficult as i possibly can", now i spent at LEAST 2 extra hours a day drawing my eyebrows on, hating it, wiping them off, drawing them on, wiping them off,repeatrepeatrepeat. [not surprisingly this is about the time i stopped going to high school seeing as i never made it out of the house untill school was out for the day,and began home study]
(oddly, as i was habitually on drugs, i never really freaked out on them, whilst intoxicated, i was usually to busy tearing my cuticles off untill they bled)
eventually drawing on eyebrows seemed to be impossible so i kinda just didnt have eyebrows, for EVERRR
you see THEY NEVER GREW BACK, not but a small lines of hairs, not even on my brow bones,
CONTRARY TO WHAT SOME CLOSE TO ME THINK, MY COMPULSIVE EYEBROW PLUCKING HAS NOTHING to do with it !! this habit started years after my eyebrows failed to return.
ever since then ive been too scared to go near them lest i accidently shave them off again,
but i think i did an okay job.
im obviously bored.
and i cant spell
i just fuckin tweaked out on my head, resulting in probably one of the wierdest hurr cuts ive ever given myself in my 13 yr career of cutting my own hair, and as if that wasnt enough to detour myself from EVER being near a mirror again, nor picking up a pair of scissors or a razor, i continued to "sculpt" .ahem. my eyebrows.ahem.
MY EYEBROWS
you see, i was born with thickthick mexican-ESQUE eyebrows,
in fact i had more eyebrows then hair on my head untill i was close to 3 or 4 years old.
these caterpillars did not effect me much untill i prematuraley entered puberty when i was 10.whence i gained a tremendous amount of weight and started hating myself.
i still didnt think much of it, untill classmates found themselves being V.helpful by pointing out all of my flaws daily.
yet being a kid knowing nothing about self grooming i didnt really do anything, and they slowly began growing together.
around this time i secretly started shaving the UNIT, so i had two (thick,unsculpted) eyebrows at least.
a few years later , a couple years into my drinking career, one of my crazypsycholittlegirlfriendswhohadnobussinessdrinkingNORDIDI, thought it was funny when she got drunk to point my forehead out to anyone and talk about it loudly and constantly.
soon after this time, cracked out on drugs, i thought it a good idea to just SHAVE the motherfuckers off, and draw them on, i was like "YESSS,WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THAT SOONER!!"
so i shaved them off. this turned out to be one of my worst ideas everrrr.
not only did i ALREADY have the hardest time on earth actually leaving the house on time EVER, "hello, my name is OCD, and im here to make your life as difficult as i possibly can", now i spent at LEAST 2 extra hours a day drawing my eyebrows on, hating it, wiping them off, drawing them on, wiping them off,repeatrepeatrepeat. [not surprisingly this is about the time i stopped going to high school seeing as i never made it out of the house untill school was out for the day,and began home study]
(oddly, as i was habitually on drugs, i never really freaked out on them, whilst intoxicated, i was usually to busy tearing my cuticles off untill they bled)
eventually drawing on eyebrows seemed to be impossible so i kinda just didnt have eyebrows, for EVERRR
you see THEY NEVER GREW BACK, not but a small lines of hairs, not even on my brow bones,
CONTRARY TO WHAT SOME CLOSE TO ME THINK, MY COMPULSIVE EYEBROW PLUCKING HAS NOTHING to do with it !! this habit started years after my eyebrows failed to return.
ever since then ive been too scared to go near them lest i accidently shave them off again,
but i think i did an okay job.
im obviously bored.
and i cant spell