I looked in the mirror. A tear ran down my cheek. “This is ridiculous,” I said to myself, throwing my hands in the air:
“I’m shaping the brows of all these women, but I’m missing half of my own brows!”
The stubble that grew back looked and itched like crazy. So, of course I had to do it all over again.
Imagine that: I wasn’t the teenager heading to a dance anymore. I was a known brow artist in one of the nations largest cities - with only half my brows!
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