Aging really sucks, and I keep saying I refuse to participate, but somehow it keeps creeping into my life. I was sitting here the other day pondering life and wondering if I had time for an afternoon nap and I put my hand to my face and - oh my gosh! I had a 3/4 inch hair growing on my top lip. What's up with that? I raced to the bathroom mirror and holy cow, it was true. Upon closer inspection I noticed along my jawline a covering of fuzz that would give any peach a run for it's money. How long has that been there? and why haven't I noticed.
Wouldn't it be great if fashion dictated that 40 year old women should be like 14 year old boys - sitting in front of a mirror longing for the day a facial hair sprouts.
Being the fashion diva that I am, I knew I could not just sit back and idly let nature take it's course. I grabbed the tube of Veet from under the bathroom sink and dabbed a bit on my upper lip. But once I started there was no stopping and before I knew it my face was lathered up and I was looking like Santa Claus.
Even as I was doing it, I thought I'd better take a picture of thiscuz I'm sure it's gonna turn out blog-worthy.
Occasionally I wonder how normal people behave.
Three minutes later I washed my face and off went all the hair. I thought, "That was easy. There is no reason in the world for any woman to have a moustache." Three minutes after that, the burning started and the red blotches developed. And for the next 12 hours every time I smiled it felt like my face was cracking.
I kept checking the mirror, and thank God the redness began to subside and I didn't develop any long lasting rashes or sores. But each time I looked in the mirror I couldn't help but imagine what I will look like with a moustache and facial hair. Perhaps I would suit a goatee. I could even let it grow until it fits a braid.
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