What My Opinionated Eyebrow Taught Me About Inner Peace
Eyebrows frame the face, not the soul.
My whole life I have been plagued with a steadfast loyalty to the beauty industry. Watching beauty gurus on YouTube and experimenting with new trends provide both a sense of comfort and excitement for me. On weekends, I can be found gracing the floors of Ulta and Sephora looking for the newest setting spray, liquid lip or dewy skin mist.
I am always waiting for the newest trends to experiment with.
Enter the new favorite feature of the past decade: Eyebrows.
These strips of hair above our eye sockets have shown increasing popularity, specifically within the past five years. From the Instagram brow, to the straight brow, to the high arched “Nike” stripe brow. Constantly growing, constantly changing.
And I was here for it.
I was on board with every trend, patiently waiting with a spoolie brush and some slanted tweezers.
Growing up, my brows were bold and at least two shades darker than my naturally blonde hair. I was ashamed of them during my childhood, often envisioning them as caterpillars that would come to life on my face if I stared at them for too long. Appealing image, am I right?
