I've finally reached 100 posts! For the longest time it seemed as if I'd hit that ages ago, but due to a turn in events and a lack of posts, I'm reaching it now. But overjoyed nonetheless! Can't believe I've committed to something for this long.. LOL.
For my 100th post, I figured I'd write about something a little more personal. Insecurities.
In case you haven't noticed already, my eyebrows are quite large. Growing up, that was the furthest thing from cool. There was no Cara Delevingne or no January Jones, just lil old me. Needless to say, I was mocked relentlessly and became ridiculously insecure about them. I tried everything to have the small eyebrows everyone else had that I lusted over, which resulted in multiple mishaps and plenty of waxing faux-pas.
After many bad experiences in trying to rid myself of the fury creatures above my eyes I realised
1. How weird I looked without them
2. I was stuck with them
Instead of working on getting rid of them, I channeled my eyebrow energy into grooming them, and by high school I really got the hang of it. In primary school I got bullied quite a bit, then as I moved to a new school for middle school it lessened, then lessened again when I went to a new school for high school. Either people were getting nicer, or I was getting more skilled. I like to think latter.
An eyebrow moment that really stuck out to me was in 9th grade during science class. I was in a classroom of people I'd never met before, which was quite the scary experience. A few weeks into the year, one of the more popular guys spoke to me from across the classroom, "Woah, Latisha, you have the coolest eyebrows, I love them!" completely out of the blue, and completely genuinely.
I guess hearing someone who was almost a stranger giving such positive feedback on something I'd been so worried about all my life really struck a chord with me. I'm not saying I needed someones approval in order to feel okay, but it was more of a reassurance. I was getting the hang of things, and feeling more confident and someone noticed, and it made all the difference. Since then, I've never looked back.
Now, I constantly get compliments. The other day at work, an older lady, who is a regular, commented on how Elizabeth Taylor-esque they are circa the late 1950s, and made note of how "in" and beautiful they are.
Moral of the story, you were made the way you were for a reason. Don't try to change yourself, especially the things that make you unique. I got a bit lucky as thick eyebrows are now quite trendy, so who is to say your insecurity won't be the hottest thing in a few months?
Stay gorgeous!
xLB
