Words cannot really explain how much I don’t think about my eyebrows. While other gals are plucking, mine have always been blonde and all over my face. One time in high school I think I attempted to correct this via some really bad dye and ended up with a face like an old Russian man and have since left them alone. BUT. Friend Jess just started waxing professionally, and yesterday she treated me to a brow treatment. They’re hiding beneath my bangs, but they’ve somehow managed to make me feel much more together, like I’m wearing pantyhose, like a deodorant commercial.